Kell's Legend (Clockwork Vampire Chronicles #1)

Kell's Legend (Clockwork Vampire Chronicles #1)

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by Andy Remic
     
 

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THEY CAME FROM THE NORTH AND THE CITY FELL.The land of Falanor has been invaded by an albino army, the Army of Iron. A small band of heroes led by Kell, a magnificent and brutal hero, breaks out to warn the king. Fighting their way south, betrayal follows battle, battle follows deviation, and they are attacked on all quarters by deadly warriors, monstrous

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THEY CAME FROM THE NORTH AND THE CITY FELL.The land of Falanor has been invaded by an albino army, the Army of Iron. A small band of heroes led by Kell, a magnificent and brutal hero, breaks out to warn the king. Fighting their way south, betrayal follows battle, battle follows deviation, and they are attacked on all quarters by deadly warriors, monstrous Harvesters who drain blood from their victims to feed their masters. And worse is to come, for Kell is anything but a hero.

"Kell's Legend is loosely based on the traditional fantasy story, brave but world weary warrior type who just wants to retire from any bloodshed and finds himself forced to use his talents of destruction. This tradition though is then bashed on the head and burried 6 feet deep with inclusion of the clockwork vampires creating a blend of fantasy horror and fantastic fight scenes. I mean really top quality fight scenes. One of Gemmell's most redeeming qualities as an author was his ability to write about fighting and war to such a degree that you almost felt like rushing through his novels to get to those bits. Kell's Legend fight scenes live up to this quality and elevate the novel way above the standard fare. Kell's Legend is a novel of power and scope, able to stand as a worthy successor to the Gemmell crown. 5***** " - Science Fiction&Fantasy Books

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Praise for Andy Remic:

"This is one of the most entertaining books I have read this year.  The characters are dynamic and believable.  The plot takes off at a rapid clip and does not slow down.  Remic’s clockwork vampires are the most creative and interesting vampires I have seen in quite some time." - James Atlantic's Speaks

"...blood-spattered ultraviolence" - SFX Magazine (November 2007)

"War Machine is like the collected hardware spank banks of Chris Foss, Neal Asher and Jeremy Clarkson all mashed into one" - Death Ray Magazine (January 2008)

"Biohell can stake a claim as the finest viral nightmare since 28 Days Later" - Calum Waddell, SFX Magazine (January 2009)

"His staccato prose is punchy and he delivers in the action stakes" - Alasdair Morton, SciFi Now Magazine (January 2009)

"A fun, hectically fast-paced and brutally action-packed novel... If you’re a fan of colourful characters, plenty of blood and gore, and an interesting and memorable take on a phenomenon that you may have had your fill of already (cryptic, I know, but I don’t want to spoil it), then this book is definitely for you and is guaranteed to keep you up late, flinching, cheering and fevered." - Dave Brendon, Dave Brendon's Fantasy & SciFi Weblog

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780857660176
Publisher:
Watkins Media
Publication date:
08/31/2010
Series:
Clockwork Vampire Chronicles , #1
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Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
448
Sales rank:
145,967
File size:
413 KB

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KELL’S LEGEND
Book One of the Clockwork Vampire Chronicles

PROLOGUE: Slaughter
 
“I know you think me sadistic. You are incorrect. When I punish, I punish without pleasure. When I torture, I torture for knowledge, progression, and for truth. And when I kill…” General Graal placed both hands on the icy battlements, staring dream-like to the haze of distant Black Pike Mountains caught shimmering and unreal through the mist: huge, defiant, proud, unconquered. He grinned a narrow, skeletal grin. “Then I kill to feed.”

Graal turned, and stared at the kneeling man. Command Colonel Yax-kulkain was forty-eight years old, a seasoned warrior and leader of the Garrison Regiment at Jalder, Falanor’s major northern city and trading post connecting east, south and west military supply routes, also known as the Northern T.

Yax-kulkain was hunkered down, fists twitching uncontrollably, staring up into Graal’s blue eyes. Pupil dilation told Graal the commander could still understand, despite his paralysis. Graal smiled, a thin-lipped smile with white lips that blended eerily into the near-albino skin of his soft, some would say feminine, face. Running a hand through alabaster hair Graal released a hiss and gave a heavy, pendulous nod. “I see you understand me, colonel.”

Yax-kulkain murmured something, an animal sound deep in his throat. He trembled, in his frozen, kneeling position, and with ice crackling his beard, gradually, with incredible force of will, lifted his blue-hued face and snarled up at the conquering general. There came a crack as he forced frozen jaws apart. Ice fell, tinkling from his beard. In rage, the ice-chilled warrior spat, “You will… rot… in hell!”

General Graal turned, staring almost nostalgically across frosted battlements. He spun on his heel, a fast fluid motion, slim blade slamming to cut the command colonel’s head from his body. The head rolled, hitting stone flags and cracking a platter of ice. It rocked, and came to a halt, eyes staring blank at the bleak, snow-filled sky.

“I think not,” said Graal, staring down the long line of kneeling men, of rigid, frozen soldiers that stretched away down the considerable length of the ice-rimed battlements. “It would appear I am already there.”

His voice rose in volume to a bellow. “Soldiers of the Army of Iron!” He paused, voice dropping to a guttural growl. “Kill them all.”

Like automatons, insects, albino soldiers stepped up with a synchronised rhythm behind the ranks of frozen infantry at Falanor’s chief garrison; white hair whipped in the wind, and black armour cut a savage contrast to pale, waxen flesh. Black swords unsheathed, eight hundred oiled whispers of precision steel, and General Graal moved his hand with a casual flick as he turned away. Swords descended, sliced through flesh and fat and bone, and eight hundred heads toppled from twitching shoulders to thud and roll. Because of the frozen flesh, there was no blood. It was a clean slaughter.

Ice-smoke swirled, thickening, flowing in the air from a resplendent and unwary city below, beyond the smashed protection of the garrison stronghold. Buildings spread gracefully and economically up the steep hillside from the broad, half-frozen platter of the Selenau River; and as Graal’s odd blue eyes narrowed to nothing more than slits, it was clear the ice-smoke was anything but natural: there were sinister elements at play.

Graal strode down the line of corpses, halting occasionally and stooping to force his finger into the icy stump of a soldier’s neck. The swirling smoke thickened. Through this carnage, up the narrow steps to the battlements, glided– The Harvesters.

They were tall, impossibly tall for men, and wore thin white robes embroidered with fine gold wire and draped over bony, elongated figures. Their faces were flat, oval, hairless, eyes small and black, their noses nothing more than twin vertical slits which hissed with a fast rhythm of palpitation. Their hands were hidden under flapping cuffs and they strode unhurriedly, heads bobbing as they stooped to survey the scene. The ranks of motionless albino soldiers took reverential steps back, and whilst faces did not show fear exactly, the albino warriors of Graal’s army revealed a healthy respect. One did not cross the Harvesters. Not if a man valued his soul.

The first halted, peering myopically down at Graal, who folded his arms and smiled without humour. “You are late, Hestalt.”

Hestalt nodded, and when he spoke his words were a lazy sigh of wind. “We were preparing the ice-smoke for the city. We had to commune with Nonterrazake. Now, however, the time has come. Are your men ready with their primitive weapons of iron?”
“My soldiers are always prepared,” said Graal, unruffled, and he unsheathed his own slender sword. The Harvester did not flinch; instead, a hand appeared from folds of white robe. Each finger was ten or twelve inches long, narrowing to a tapered point of gleaming ivory. The Harvester turned, bent, and plunged all five bone fingers into the corpse of Command Colonel Yax-kulkain. There came a gentle resonance of suction, and Graal watched, mouth tight-lipped, as the body began to deflate, shrivelling, flesh shrinking across the bones beneath.

Hestalt withdrew bone fingers, and leaving a tiny, shrivelled husk in his wake, moved to the next dead soldier of Falanor. Again, his fingers invaded the man’s chest, deep into his heart, and the Harvester reaped the Harvest.


Unable to watch this desecration of flesh, General Graal shouted a command which rang down the mist-filled battlements. Ice-smoke eddied around his knees, now, expanding and billowing in exaggerated bursts as he strode towards the steps leading down to the cobbled courtyard. His albino regiment followed in silence, swords unsheathed and ready, and like a tide, with Graal at its spearhead, moved to mammoth oak gates that opened onto a cobbled central thoroughfare, which in turn led down the steep hillside into Jalder’s central city – into the city’s heart.

Two albinos ran forward, slim figures, well balanced and athletic, graceful and moving with care on ice-slick cobbles. The oak portals were heaved apart, iron hinges groaning, and Graal turned glancing back to the tall stooping figures that moved methodically along the battlements, draining the dead Falanor garrison of life-force. Like insects, he thought, and made distant eye contact with Hestalt. The Harvester gave a single nod: a command. He pointed towards the city… and his instruction was clear.

Prepare a path.

Ice-smoke gathered in the courtyard, a huge pulsing globe which spun and built and coalesced with flickers of dancing silver; suddenly, it surged out through the gates to flow like airborne mercury into the city beyond, still expanding, still growing, a flood of eerie silence and cotton-wool death, a plague of drifting ice-smoke shifting to encompass the unwary city in a tomb-shroud of blood-oil magick.





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Andy Remic is a British writer with a love of ancient warfare, mountain climbing and sword fighting. Once a member of the Army of Iron, he has since retired from a savage world of blood-oil magick and gnashing vachines, and works as an underworld smuggler of rare dog-gems in the seedy districts of Falanor. In his spare time, he writes out his fantastical adventures.


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Kell's Legend (Clockwork Vampire Chronicles #1) 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 585 reviews.
James_Atlantic More than 1 year ago
Hang on to your hats boys and girls. Kell's Legend is the sort of book that grabs hold of you and does not let go. If it weren't for the two infant children in my home, I would have read it in one sitting. If dark fantasy and balls out action is your thing, this is the novel you have been waiting to find. I will only describe the book in the briefest of terms to avoid any spoilers. The kingdom of Falanor is invaded by a race of clockwork vampires. Kell, an old veteran with a legendary past, is forced back into action to protect his granddaughter. The story also follows a second protagonist from the vampire side of things. I do not want to say anything that will spoil her for you, but she is an excellent character. Her story arch takes the reader deep into the strange culture of the vampires and an enjoyable contrast to Kell. This is one of the most entertaining books I have read this year. The characters are dynamic and believable. The plot takes off at a rapid clip and does not slow down. Remic's clockwork vampires are the most creative and interesting vampires I have seen in quite some time.
bookwormiest More than 1 year ago
This was my first venture into B & N's Free Fridays, and it wasn't a complete waste of time. First, the good. The universe is intriguing, the plot action-packed and fast-paced, the characters mostly interesting. I always enjoy multiple plotlines, and the cliffhanger chapter endings kept me turning the page. I loved the whole idea of the Vachine; very novel and interesting. The bad. Ugh, the writing. Maybe the overblown purple prose is common in this genre, but it kept taking me out of the story. A lot of the dialogue was just flat-out unbelievable, and most of the female characters were really hard to take. Does this guys actually know, or talk to, real women? So, it's probably pretty good for what it is. There are other fantasy writers like R.A. Salvatore where I couldn't even get through one chapter. This is much better than that. I probably won't read the sequels, since I'll have to pay for them :-), but it was decent, short-term entertainment.
Gergod More than 1 year ago
This book is not for the prudish or squeamish. It is not Harry Potter.It is Game of Thrones if written by RE Howard. As a big fan of heroic fantasy, most notably David Gemmel and RE Howard, I was pleased with this book. It was action packed and filled with brutal fight scenes. It did hold many similarities to Gemmel's Legend, but the antagonists, the vachine, were something new. The cliff hanger ending only whets my appetite for more and I will be delving into the brutal world of Kell for more encounters. Gerald L. Black- Author of Chronicles of The Sentient Sword Vol. 1
Kay-Z More than 1 year ago
This was a Free Friday book and it was awful. The plot may have been okay, but the author threw in ridiculous adjectives in every action scene, until it finally became unreadable and I gave up on it. Maybe for teenage boys...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good, easy, & fun read. Interesting concept and well thought out characters. I enjoyed this and will be picking up the other two books in the series.
CandiBee More than 1 year ago
I've never read a lot of fantasy type books before, but I like this one. The writer is very talented in balancing detail without getting flowery, and it's also packed with action. The main character is the good guy with a bad past. It's a mix of midevil, viking, steampunk, vampire fantasy. Which to list it all out probably sounds confusing but the writer makes it work. I think this book would appeal to guys with short attention spans, and I do mean that as a compliment. Last thing I will say is I got the first book for free on my Nook, and I ended up buying the rest of the series.
bookie505 More than 1 year ago
Ennjoyed this book had to purchase the sequel as soon as I finished Kells Legend! Go Kell!,,,,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was much better then I had originally expected. I was so interested in the story that I was amazed when I realized that I had read half the book. This was fun and full of adventure. Love reading it and would love to read more like it.
R_Jay More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book tremendously. It's fast-paced and interesting enough to keep you wanting to know what will happen next. For those people who like traditional vampire stories - this isn't for you. But if you like a story that is an original blend of sci-fi, horror, and action, then this is just up your alley. These are not your normal blood sucking creatures who stalk people at night. These vampires are part of a complex world where humans exist with various things including: vachines (part human, part machine), harvesters (vampires who suck blood and people's souls), crankers (vachines gone mad), and others. And our hero, Kell, an aging human who is a legend among warriors, isn't perfect either. But the author, Remic, does a great job of weaving a story that is exciting and captivating. A very good read!
brjunkie More than 1 year ago
I loved everything about this book! There is absolutely nothing negative I can say about Andy Remic's 'Kell's Legend.' This has got to be the very best horror fantasy novel I've ever read. I thought Joe Abercrombie's 'The First Law' trilogy to be vividly gruesome, (and it is.) However, the acts of remorseless, inhumane violence and brutally barbaric battles will leave you shivering and smelling the blood page after page. Personally I love vampire novels, and Andy Remic has reinvented them to a far superior level and species. If you can, imagine the combination of the machinations of the eerie Borg from Star Trek and the creepy life force draining wraith from Stargate Atlantis, and then you may have some small idea of what the vachine are like. I'm thrilled to have found 'The Clockwork Vampire Chronicles'. As if the high volume of action, adventure, danger, and lust wasn't enough to keep my interest, the author's talent takes me on a journey where the puzzles and mysteries unfold only as the characters discover them and the answers for themselves. I haven't been surprised like this by an author, since reading the 'Harry Potter' series. There wasn't anything expected or that I saw coming. Thankfully, the comedic camaraderie of Kell and Saark is not only a relieving break from all the seriousness, but they are laugh out loud funny! I can't seem to get enough. I've picked up book two of the series immediately after finishing book one. I'm betting you will too.
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