Title Evil Never Dies – 1st novel in the Maxilla trilogy
Author Rick Haynes
If you like David Gemmell and Game of Thrones, you’ll love Evil Never Dies.
Here’s what reviewers have posted.
‘In style, it’s very reminiscent of David Gemmel with an easy to slip into world and plenty of excitement, balanced with some reflection.’
‘Haynes has also created a world of good and evil, darkness and light and is very Gemmell-like in the way it functions, there is no grey here, we, as the reader, know whose side we are on.’
‘Readers of David Gemmell’s works will really enjoy this novel, the flow of action and story is very similar and does not stop to take a breath. The pace is frenetic and leads the reader to more battles and action fuelled scenes.’
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Such was the easy living that even the talk of distant unrest had failed to worry any of the inhabitants of Lakeside. Good crops gave a plentiful supply of food, local water and strong beer the necessary liquid refreshments, whilst all combined to provide a relatively carefree existence after the hellish war. Lakeside’s population needed to forget the past even though the horror still visited the minds of many. A few newcomers had been welcomed. Having lost everything in the battle, Lord Bokin had provided them with the tools for a resettlement programme. There was more than enough land to satisfy the needs of thirty-five people from seven families without upsetting the survivors.
With all his heart, Tarn wished for a quiet and peaceful life for his family and friends; sometimes he even believed it would be possible.
The door crashed open and Wynne made his usual entrance, remembering at the last moment to duck his head under the wooden beam. Long braided hair dangled over his shoulders and a locket hung around his wide neck. Scratching his thick beard and dressed in a soft leather jacket, linen trousers and long boots, he looked like a pirate from the southern oceans that Tarn had once met on his travels. Only the wide-brimmed hat was missing. Tarn tried to imagine Wynne on a ship but no matter how hard he tried the two did not seem compatible.
Wynne ignored the finger on lips and sleeping child.
“Get up. War is coming!”
Hi, my name is Rick Haynes. I am an author and award winning Drabblist.
My passion is epic fantasy but I also write short stories and Drabbles in many different genres.
This is my world.
Ever upwards, never stopping, the staircase to the heavens awaits all those wishing to dream.
And all you have to do is place one foot on the first step.
Consider the endless possibilities, as you climb higher and higher.
Boredom is unknown in my time and space. Can you not see the stars sparkling bright, ready to enlighten you?
Is your mind ready to absorb the endless possibilities of a million words?
And are you ready to join me on a magical journey?
I will embrace you with open arms.
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Title Heroes Never Fade – 2nd novel in the Maxilla trilogy
Author Rick Haynes
Shadows are spreading across the vast land of Cpin, as once more the gods are playing with the lives of man. Only a tidal wave of heroes’ blood stands in the way of the Tormented King, but will that be enough to prevent the slaughter?
If you like fantasy in the style of Game of Thrones, you’ll really love, Heroes Never Fade, the follow up to Evil Never Dies.
Take a peek at this from an Amazon top 500 reviewer.
‘I may be shot down by some of the great David Gemmell’s fans, but many times Heroes Never Fade reminded me of him as you can feel the influence. Though Mr. Haynes has his own style, I hasten to add.’
‘In my humble opinion, Rick Haynes is a fantastic epic fantasy writer (pun intended). It is not easy to create new worlds, new plots without encroaching on the established big names like JRR Tolkien, Gemmell and Brooks.’
And read this from another reviewer.
‘Prepare for a nerve-tingling ride through a fantasy world of medieval warfare, a world that springs to life under the skilled pen of an author who has thoroughly researched his subject. The characters are full-blooded, their relationships to each other clearly drawn. The warriors leap off the page, wielding their weapons with skill and courage as their battle of right against might is mirrored by a power struggle between their gods.’
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Sword battles raged inside the gate, initially in the small area between the burnt wood and the mound of rocks. Tarn wanted to pick his father up and hug him for suggesting the idea, for the Grey Wyots were making slow headway as they scrambled over the debris. The archers had licked their lips as the first volley flew, punching the Grey Wyots off their feet, blocking the way for those following. Notch, loose and swoosh, the last of the arrows had found their targets. The bowmen stepped back to stand behind the swordsmen for now it would be knife work at close quarters.
Tarn and Grona fought alongside each other, their blades running red with gore. Grona constantly blinked to keep out the blood from the gash above his left eye. Tarn fought like one possessed, charging forward against the Wyots trying desperately to avoid his mighty broadsword. Yet weight of numbers began to push them back. A Wyot fell heavily, losing his sword. Seeing Tarn’s exposed back, he slashed out with his dagger and scored through the leather jacket. Wynne cursed, rushed in and ferociously cut through the tendons and bone on the Wyot’s arm. Tarn nodded to his friend; the gash was not a mortal wound but he realised that already his strength was on the wane.
Individual battles broke out inside the fort. Hallvard and Svanna fought side my side, their sabres ringing the dance of death but sheer numbers bore them down. Tarn wanted to come to their aid but many fighters pushed him back. His men were fighting like demons, yet he could see the insidious malaise of despair creeping over them. Will any of us live to see our homes again? he pondered.
Those following the Grey Wyots had to pull bodies from under the gate to join the fight in and around the courtyard, eager to earn the bounty promised by King Jarl. For the man who brought the head of Tarn or Grona to the mad king would receive a chest of gold.
Now surrounded, Tarn and his men awaited the final onslaught.
“Good job the lunatic forgot his archers. I might live longer,” Terryn said.
“Another joke like that and I’ll kill you myself,” Grona retorted.
A Grey Wyot officer stepped forward, his expression grim. “Do you surrender?”
“Bollocks!” came Grona’s reply.
The men from Marathi licked their lips in anticipation and advanced.
King Jarl’s war horn blew.