By Dan Davis.
Richard of Ashbury arrives home to find his brother and his entire household have been brutally slaughtered. His dying sister-in-law, Isabella, extracts a promise from him that he’ll avenge their deaths. And off he goes after William de Ferrers, who has a retinue of six exceptionally monstrous men.
Richard travels to Marseilles where he encounters one of de Ferrers’ men, Rollo, and defeats him before he sails for the Holy Land. There he espies Alice de Frenenterre, Richard the Lionheart’s girlfriend, and eventually manages to start a somewhat fraught relationship with her.
Meanwhile, there’s the little matter of liberating the cities of the Levant from their rightful owners, and in the course of the fighting, Richard distinguishes himself and win plaudits from King Richard. Now that he’s a big noise, he marries Alice.
It doesn’t last. William and his men attack Richard’s home, kill Alice, and abduct the children. Richard the Lionheart offers assistance from his vassal, Henry, the King of Jerusalem, but the latter refuses money and arms, and sends Richard to the archbishop, who has a priest who knows where de Ferrers and his band are hiding.
There’s an ambush, but Richard manages to kill his attackers before entering a cave system where he confronts de Ferrers after killing the rest of his retinue. However, his archenemy resorts to the old trope of giving Richard the choice between killing him or rescuing the prisoners, and being a Good Bloke™, he rescues the prisoners among which are his stepchildren. Nonetheless, in spite of certain revelations, Richard is still determined to have his revenge.
It becomes clear during the course of the story that Richard is a little odd, and initially, it does seem strange that he doesn’t account for it or know how he got that way. It’s only later in the story that he learns the truth, but by then it’s clear that he’s a sort of vampire-like creature. Curiously enough, even if no one knows that the man is some sort of blood-drinking creature, a lot of people seem to know about his true background, though he is unaware of it.
The book is not badly written, but it’s not well written, either. There’s quite a lot of repetition such as frequent comments in the fight scenes about how fast Richard’s opponents are or how fast he is or how large his opponents are. There’s quite a lot of grinning, and Richard often alienates others. The book needed to be revised to supply the necessary variation that the perceptive reader appreciates. Davis also has a bit an obsession, it seems, with everywhere being stinky one way or another, although that was quite possibly the Middle Ages all over.
The author clearly doesn’t understand the difference between “lie” (recline) and “lay” (place one thing on another), gratingly opting for the latter throughout. He also uses “for” as a causative conjunction and he uses it in that Greco-Latin usage at the start of a sentence, which is an entirely un-English construction. This is not posh or literary (at least it hasn’t been literary since 1913), and it’s not natural contemporary English. At least Davis is not as bad as Ann Swinfen when it comes to this.