Fall of Kings (Troy Series #3)

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Outside the golden city of Troy, Prince Hektor leads the Trojan cavalry in daring raids against the forces led by his young rival, the peerless warrior Achilles. Meanwhile, burning for vengeance after the brutal murder of his wife, Helikaon commands the Trojan fleet, sowing misery and death among the Mykene navy and supply ships. But even these mighty efforts are of scant avail against the hordes of battle-hardened Mykene infantry, the Myrmidon soldiers of Achilles, and the cunning strategies of Odysseus, ...

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Outside the golden city of Troy, Prince Hektor leads the Trojan cavalry in daring raids against the forces led by his young rival, the peerless warrior Achilles. Meanwhile, burning for vengeance after the brutal murder of his wife, Helikaon commands the Trojan fleet, sowing misery and death among the Mykene navy and supply ships. But even these mighty efforts are of scant avail against the hordes of battle-hardened Mykene infantry, the Myrmidon soldiers of Achilles, and the cunning strategies of Odysseus, compelled against his heart’s urgings to aid the cause of Agamemnon.

Now, before the gates of Troy, Hektor and Achilles will find themselves inexorably drawn into a battle of champions that will decide the fate of the innocents trapped within the city walls. There, as King Priam slips into madness, Andromache–wife of Hektor, lover of Helikaon, mother, warrior, and priestess–must navigate a maze of treachery and danger to save her children and her city from the massacre about to unfold.

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“If Hollywood wants to find a new book-based, war-filled fantasy franchise that repeats the success of The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia . . . it may want to look to Gemmell for inspiration.”—Wall Street Journal

“Unexpected twists and turns . . . This imaginative retelling breathes new life into [this] tale of intrigue and deception.”—Booklist

“Strong characterizations and sturdy plotting evoke the horror of the conflict, and the story’s mythic power.”—Publishers Weekly

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This story is told as if it were the true history from which the Iliad was written. Homer, we find, got parts of the story wrong. The Helen portrayed here is a plain-looking woman who becomes beautiful in the way she dies, even to the men sent to kill her. Achilles and Hecktor duel to the death, only to be betrayed by someone else and die fighting at each other's side. And the Trojan Horse is transformed from a wooden ruse into something more believable, but just as clever and lethal. Characters have been changed, invented, and blended together from the cast in the Iliad and are vividly brought to life. David Gemmell's Troy: Lord of the Silver Bow (2005) and Troy: Shield of Thunder (2007, both Ballantine) have a depth of narrative and spectacle similar to Tolkien's tales of Middle Earth, and teens raised on those books and their like will be at home here. The author died before finishing this book. His wife helped research the earlier volumes in the series and worked from her husband's half-finished draft and notes seamlessly to finish this last, powerful title in the saga.
—Will MarstonCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews
Final volume in the authors' historical fantasy (Troy: Lord of the Silver Bow, 2005, etc.) very loosely based on The Iliad. The narrative was completed by Stella following the death of her husband in 2006. Agamemnon of Mykene and his allies seek the destruction of Troy and its king, Priam, for the latter's supposedly vast hoard of treasure, not revenge for the abduction of the fabled Helen-here she is plain, plump and peripheral. Odysseus, a wanderer and fabulist, has strong ties to Troy's main ally, fierce mariner Helikaon (aka Aeneas) of Dardania, and sides with Agamemnon only because of a now-regretted oath. Warrior Achilles despises cold, treacherous, ambitious Agamemnon. Priam's in his dotage, and turns over the defense of Troy to his sons. However, before the battle for Troy can reach its climax, Helikaon must take Andromache, Prince Hektor's wife, to the island of Thera to return some bones and fulfill a vow. Andromache-just one of the many strong female characters-loves Helikaon as well as her husband, and complications ensue. Helikaon's warship is the most powerful on the seas-and he's armed with Greek fire! Other anachronisms abound: the Mykene fight in Macedonian phalanxes; the characters merrily chomp on corn bread. There's plenty of revisionism, too: Achilles kills Paris, not the other way around, and never sulks in his tent, while his single combat with Hektor ends not at all as Homer would have us believe. Finally, the Trojan Horse, still a brilliant deception inspired by Odysseus, owes nothing to a hollow statue on wheels. A rousing conclusion for fans of the previous volumes-but not one for the purists.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345477040
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/24/2009
  • Series: Troy Series, #3
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 262,540
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

David Gemmell’s first novel, Legend, was first published in 1984 and went on to become a classic. His most recent Drenai and Rigante novels are available as Corgi paperbacks; all are Sunday Times bestsellers. Widely regarded as the finest writer of heroic fantasy, David Gemmell lived in Sussex until his tragic death in July 2006.

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Chapter One

Farewell to the Queen

Helikaon stood at the stern of the Xanthos, staring back at the burning fleet. He felt no satisfaction as the flames lit the night sky. Removing his helm of bronze, he leaned against the stern rail and turned his gaze toward the east. Fires also were burning in the distant fortress of Dardanos, and the Xanthos headed slowly back toward them.

The breeze was cool upon his face as he stood alone. No one approached him. Even the sailor at the great steering oar kept his gaze firmly fixed to the east. The eighty oars of the great vessel slid rhythmically into the night-dark water, the sound as regular as heartbeat.

Halysia was dead. The queen of Dardania was dead. His wife was dead.

And his heart was a ruin.

He and Gershom had climbed the steep cliff to where her body lay, little Dex snuggled up beside her, the black stallion waiting close by. Helikaon had run to her, kneeling and lifting her into his arms. There had been a savage wound in her side, and the ground around her had been slick with blood. Her head had flopped back, her golden hair hanging loose.

Dex had cried out, “Papa!” and he had hugged the three-year-old to him. “We must be very quiet,” Dex whispered. “Sun Woman is sleeping.” Gershom lifted the boy into his arms.

“We jumped over it,” Dex said excitedly, pointing to the chasm and the burned bridge. “We ran away from the bad men.”

Helikaon cradled Halysia to him. Her eyes opened then, and she smiled up at him. “I knew . . . you would come,” she said.

“I am here. Rest. We will get you back to the palace and staunch your wounds.”

Her face was pale. “I am so tired,” she told him, and his vision misted as tears formed.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She sighed then. “Such a . . . sweet lie,” she said.

She spoke no more, nor ever would, and he knelt there, holding her close.

Across the chasm the sounds of battle grew closer. He did not look up. Hektor and the Trojan Horse had driven the Mykene along the defile toward Parnio’s Folly, and there the enemy had made its last stand.

But Helikaon did not care. He stroked his fingers through Halysia’s golden hair and looked down into her dead eyes. Other men came climbing the cliff. They stood around him silently. At last he closed Halysia’s eyes.

He gave orders for her body to be carried back to the fortress, then slowly made his way to meet Hektor.

“There is still some fighting to the northeast,” Hektor told him. “The enemy general tried to battle his way to the coast. We have them penned.”

Helikaon nodded.

“We took a few prisoners,” Hektor said. “One told us Agamemnon and a war fleet are on Imbros. I don’t think we can hold here if they come. The Seagate is ruined, and my men are weary.”

“I will deal with them,” Helikaon said coldly. “You finish the resistance here.”

Calling his men, he had returned to the Xanthos and set sail into the night. He had expected to face battle with a screen of war galleys protecting the main fleet, but the Mykene, with the arrogance of conquerors, believing themselves safe from attack, had beached their entire fleet on Imbros for the night.

It was a mistake Agamemnon would rue.

The Xanthos sailed serenely on, the burning fleet lighting the sky behind the great ship, the screams of the dying like the cries of distant gulls. The weight of guilt settled on Helikaon as he stood alone, and he remembered his last conversation with Halysia the previous spring. He had been preparing to raid along the Mykene coastline, and she had walked with him down to the beach.

“Be safe and come home to me,” she said as they stood together in the shadow of the Xanthos.

“I will.”

“And know as you journey that I love you,” she told him.

The words surprised him, for she never had said them before. He stood there in the dawn light like a fool, not knowing how to respond. Their marriage had been, as all royal weddings were, a union of necessity.

She laughed at his confusion. “Is the Golden One speechless?” she asked.

“I am,” he admitted. Then he kissed her hand. “It is an honor to be loved by you, Halysia. I mean that with all my heart.”

She nodded. “I know that we do not choose who to love,” she said. “And I know—I have always known—that you yearn for someone else. I am sorry for that. I am sorry for you. But I have tried, and I will continue to try, to bring you happiness. If it is just a portion of the happiness you have brought me, then you will be content. I know this.”

“I am already content. No man could have a finer wife.”

With that he kissed her, then climbed aboard the warship.

“Such a . . . sweet lie.”

Memories cut into him like talons of fire.

He saw black-bearded Gershom walking down the central deck. The big Egypteian climbed the steps to the stern. “She was a great woman. Fine and brave. That was a mighty leap across that chasm. She saved her son.”

The two men stood in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Helikaon stared ahead at the flames in the sky over the fortress. Warehouses had been set ablaze, along with many of the wooden buildings beyond the palace. Women and children had been killed, as well as many of the defenders, and the fortress city would be shrouded in grief this night and for many nights to come.

It was close to midnight when the Xanthos finally beached again on the rocky shore directly below the ruined Seagate. Helikaon and Gershom walked slowly up the steep path. At the gate they met soldiers of the Trojan Horse, who told them Hektor had captured the Mykene leader and several of his officers. They were being held outside the city.

“Their deaths should be long, their screams loud,” Gershom said.

Fewer than twenty Mykene had been taken alive, but they included their admiral, Menados. He was brought before Hektor on the open ground before the great Landgate. The few captured Mykene warriors, their hands bound, sat huddled close by.

Hektor removed his bronze helm and ran his fingers through his sweat- streaked golden hair. He was tired to the bone, his eyes gritty and his throat dry. Passing the helm to his shield bearer, Mestares, he unbuckled his breastplate, lifting it clear and then dropping it to the grass. The Mykene admiral stepped forward, touching his fist to his own breastplate in salute.

“Ha!” Menados said with a grim smile, “the Prince of War himself.” He shrugged and scratched at his black and silver chin beard. “Ah, well, it is no dishonor to lose to you, Hektor. Can we discuss the terms of my ransom?”

“You are not my prisoner, Menados,” Hektor told him wearily. “You attacked Helikaon’s fortress. You killed his wife. When he returns, he will decide your fate. I doubt ransom will be in his thoughts.”

Menados swore softly, then spread his hands. He stared hard at Hektor. “It is said you don’t approve of torture. Is that true?”

“It is.”

“You had better make yourself scarce, then, Trojan, for when Helikaon returns, he’ll want more than our deaths. Doubtless he will burn us all.”

“And you will deserve it,” Hektor replied. Then he stepped in close, keeping his voice low. “I have heard of you and of your many deeds of courage. Tell me, Menados, how does a hero find himself on a mission to murder a woman and a child?”

Menados gave Hektor a quizzical glance, then shook his head. “How many dead women and children have you seen in your young life, Hektor? Scores? Hundreds? Well, I have seen thousands. Lying twisted in death on the streets of every captured city or town. And yes, at first it turns the stomach. At first I pondered the waste of life, the savagery and the cruelty.” He shrugged. “After a while and more mountains of corpses, I no longer pondered on it. How does a hero find himself on a mission like this? You know the answer. The first duty of a soldier is loyalty. When the king orders, we obey.”

“You will pay a heavy price for that loyalty,” Hektor told him.

“Most soldiers pay a heavy price in the end,” Menados replied. “Why not just kill us now, cleanly? I ask this one warrior to another. I do not want to give the evil bastard the pleasure of my screams.”

Before Hektor could answer, he saw Helikaon walking past the captured men, the big Egypteian Gershom with him. Behind them came a score of angry Dardanians, knives and cudgels in their hands.

Menados drew himself up to his full height and placed his hands behind his back, his expression stern and his face unreadable. Helikaon halted before him.

“You came to my lands with fire and terror,” he said, his voice as cold as winter. “You murdered my wife and the wives and children of my people. Is murder is the only skill you Mykene ever seek to master?”

“Ah,” Menados said, “we are to have a debate about murder? Had I won here, I would have been declared a hero of the Mykene, having defeated a king of evil. But I lost. Do not seek to lecture me, Helikaon the Burner. How many helpless men have you killed? How many women and children died in your raids on Mykene villages?”

Beyond them the mob of Dardanians was moving in on the bound Mykene prisoners. “Back!” Helikaon yelled, turning toward them. “There are buildings burning in our city, and many there need help. Go! Leave these men to me.”

Helikaon stood in silence for a while. He glanced at Hektor. “What do you say, my friend?” he asked. “You captured him.”

Hektor looked at his friend, seeing his anger and his need for vengeance. “The road a soldier walks is narrower than a sword blade,” he said. “A step one way, and he weakens, becoming less of a fighter; the other, and he becomes a monster. Tonight he strayed from this path and is cursed for it. Menados’ tragedy is that he serves Agamemnon, a man without pity, a man devoid of humanity. In any other army Menados would have remained true to his heart and been remembered as a hero. Before you make a judgment on the matter of his death, I will tell you one story, if I may.”

“Make it brief,” Helikaon replied.

“When I was a boy,” Hektor went on, “I heard the tale of a Mykene galley beached on the isle of Kythera, close to a fishing village. A fleet of pirate vessels came into sight, ready to raid the village, kill the men and the children, and enslave the women. The captain of the galley, though he had no links to the village or any friends there, led his forty men into battle against great odds. Twenty-two of his men died, and he was severely wounded. But the village was saved. The people there still celebrate their day of deliverance.”

“And that was you?” Helikaon asked Menados.

“I was younger then and knew no better,” he answered.

“Back in the summer,” Helikaon said softly, “I saw a soldier weep because in the midst of battle he accidentally killed a child. I led that soldier into the fight. I took him to that village, and I made him a murderer. You are correct, Menados. I have no right to lecture you—or any man—on the vileness of war.”

He fell silent and turned away. Hektor watched him, but his expression was unreadable. Finally Helikaon swung back to Menados.

“For the sake of that child and the villagers of Kythera, I give you your life.” He turned to Hektor. “Have your men escort the prisoners to the shore. There is a damaged Mykene galley there. It is barely seaworthy. But let them take it and try to reach Imbros.”

Menados stepped forward and was about to speak. Helikaon raised his hand, and when he spoke, his voice was cold. “Do not misjudge me, Mykene. If ever I see you again, I will cut out your heart and feed it to the crows.”

The men of the Trojan Horse rode southwest from Dardanos until the city of Troy came into sight. Only then did Hektor ordered them to make camp in a wood just outside the city. There they sat, the night cold, a bitter wind leaching the heat from their campfires, their thoughts grim. Just beyond the hill their families waited, loved ones they had not seen for more than two years.

On the brow of the wooded hill Hektor stood silently, a deep sadness clinging to his spirit. Tomorrow there would be a parade for those survivors, their entry into the city met with cheers. But the men who had given the most to this ghastly war would not ride through the flower-strewn streets or have garlands placed over their shoulders by adoring young women. The lifeblood of those heroes already had soaked into the soil of distant Thraki, their ashes scattered by the winds of a foreign land. Or they had drowned in the Hellespont or fallen before the walls of Dardanos.

Even among the survivors there were those who would not enjoy the acclaim they deserved. A victory parade, according to Priam the king, was no place for cripples and amputees. “By the gods, boy, no one wants to see the truth of war. They want to see heroes, tall and strong, striking and handsome.” The comment had angered Hektor not because it was harsh and ungrateful but because it was true.

And so he had ordered the wounded and the maimed to be taken to the healing houses after dark, ferried into the city in secret, as if covered in shame.

Hektor glanced toward the wagons recently arrived from the city. Only one had brought food for his men. The other two were filled with two thousand new white cloaks so that the crowds would not see weary men exhausted by years of battle coming home bloodstained and filthy. Instead, they would gaze in wonder at shining heroes.

His brother Dios climbed the hill to stand alongside him. “A cold night,” he said, drawing his white cloak more tightly around him.

“I do not feel it,” answered Hektor, who was dressed in a simple knee- length tunic of faded yellow.

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  • Posted August 9, 2009

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    excellent reading, magnificent characters, a welcome addition to the rest of the Troy series and anyone's personal library. I personally own over 2000 books on all subjects. Gemmell is an automatic pick up author when available.

    I am dying of heart failure.26 heart attacks, 22 angioplasties and 2 bypasses.... I am a vast history reader and Books like those of the Troy Series make what time I have enjoyable and are as historical as i can believe

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  • Posted October 26, 2009

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    Amazing end to the Troy Series

    It is sad to think that this is David Gemmell's last book and that he died before completing it. Fortunately Stella Gemmell did an outstanding job at finishing what her husband started.

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  • Posted March 13, 2010

    Gemmel is the best writer of historical fiction/fantasy who ever lived

    This series is a clever , fast paced retelling of the Illiad.It is more complex and imaginative than the movie "Troy" although it focuses on the same historic event. Fascinating , yet logical explanations are offered on the "legends" of The Trojan Horse, Helen of Troy, and Circe, to name a few. The characters are compelling, flawed yet heroic and we come to relate to them, suffer with them and wish we knew them or were them.
    David Gemmel creates living breathing, complex characters better than any other author in the genre. I flew through the 3 books in the trilogy and was actually depressed when I finished because alas, there will be no more. He died prior to finishing the last book, which was completed by his wife Stella. If you liked this story, go back and read his first book" Legend" and his sagas of the Drenai. I doubt will be another author that moves me as much as this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2010

    after reading 1 st book I went out and bought the next 2 they ware also very good.

    very enjoyable read

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  • Posted July 19, 2009

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    Each book of this trilogy has been a masterpiece. Gemmell's characters come to life and there isn't a single boring page in the trilogy. He describes battlefield action and individual conflict like a Steven Pressfield or a Michael Curtis Ford. This series is enriched by Gemmell's imaginative twists to the accepted story. For instance, Odysseus is much more believable as a bard than someone that lived the tales he relates. Gremmell's depiction of the ruse of the Trojan Horse is also much more believable than the standard version. I also prefer Gemmell's portrayal of the epic battle between the heroes Achilles and Hector than the more movie version. The only disappointment associated with this book was learning of the death of David Gemmell even as he was writing it. It is to the credit of Stella Gremmell that the "Fall of Kings" is seamless - the point at which she took over and finished the book is not detectable.

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  • Posted December 7, 2008

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    Rousing Finish to Troy Trilogy

    Fans of the late David Gemmell's popular Troy series are blessed that his wife Stella is a talented researcher and writer who was able to complete this book following his death in 2006. Some liberties are taken with the ancient Iliad tale, but who cares? The characters are sympathetic and the action thrilling. This installment in the series seems to be heavier on blood, gore, and grim deaths than the earlier ones. But this is offset by the moving love story of Andromache and Helikaon (aka Aeneas). The women involved in the siege and fall of Troy are as courageous and heroic as the men. In addition, there is an interesting take on the origin of the Biblical figure Moses. In any case, at the end of the trilogy it was difficult for me to leave so many fascinating characters behind - by the end of this lengthy saga, they have become almost like friends.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    strong retelling of the classic saga

    King Agamemnon of Mykene has lined up some powerful allies in his war with King Priam of Troy. Priam also has an alliance to help him in the hostility, the powerful sea captain Helikaon of Dardania, who runs the most powerful ship known to man and Gods. Odysseus regrets the oath he made to Agamemnon as he now knows the monarch is totally greedy, only interested in looting the treasures of Troy many have died and more will for his greed. Helen who is either an abducted prisoner or a willing lover depending on which king speaks is irrelevant except as propaganda. The great warrior Achilles also loathes the deceitful ruthless Agamemnon, but like Odysseus is trapped by his pledge. Meanwhile Priam's sons take over defending their city-state as he shows signs of senile incompetence. As the war closes in on Troy itself, Helikaon escorts Prince Hektor¿s wife Princess Andromache on a quest to Thera. Soon all will meet on the plains outside of Troy with Odysseus coming up with the brilliant stratagem of the Trojan Horse. --- With the death of David Gemmell, fantasy fans lost one of the best historical fantasists of the past decade. His Troy trilogy comes to a mighty conclusion (his wife Stella smoothly completed the project) that will please those who read the previous two books (TROY: LORD OF THE SILVER BOW and TROY: SHIELD OF THUNDER). The key players from Virgil¿s epic poem The Aenid and Homer¿s Odyssey and Iliad come alive due to the creativity of the Gemmell duo. Although newcomers should start with the first tale, the final story is a stupendous ending to a strong retelling of the classic saga. --- Harriet Klausner

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