Friday, December 15, 2017

EXCERPT: A Throne of Bones

Here is an excerpt from the 924-page epic fantasy A THRONE OF BONES. Which, by the way, is a free download today and the rest of the weekend. Also available in hardcover and paperback.

The ebb and flow of battle always seemed to follow a similar pattern, Corvus thought as he watched the ragged ranks of the goblin army march into what he intended to be the field of slaughter. A less experienced commander might be impressed by the huge quantity of armed troops as they moved, apparently inexorably, across the very meadow over which he’d ridden the day before. There were an awful lot of them, between four and five to every man of his, but the numbers were almost unimportant once a critical mass was achieved.

It was surprising how little actual killing occurred while the outcome of the battle was still in doubt, when the two front lines crashed into each other and sword met with sword. No, most of the bloodshed would take place after one side broke, its will shattered by the iron resolve of the enemy, and what had moments before been an army dissolved into a fleeing crowd of frightened individuals.

That was the moment for which every general worth his salt planned, anticipated, and feared. It was the moment in which every decision, every purchase, every piece of equipment, every hour of weapons drill and unit maneuver, was thrown into the cauldron of Fate and the bitch-goddess stirred up her bloody witches brew, seasoned it according to her whim, and served it to you. You had no choice but to swallow it.

He was determined that his would not be the side that broke.

At the moment when he caught sight of the sleek sinuous forms of the wolves slinking through the tall grass below, it was too late to regret splitting his two cavalry wings. It was too late to wonder if he should have stationed more of the artillery on the heights to his right instead of behind him in the center. It was too late to consider if he should have positioned the second and fifth cohorts on either side of the first cohort instead of the fourth and sixth.

That was the worst part of being a general. Everyone else in the legion, from the tribunes to the lowliest legionary, believed you were in command. Only you knew you weren’t. In truth, you were little more than a helpless observer, watching as the events you’d earlier put in motion played themselves out without much in the way of guidance from you or respect for your intentions. It wasn’t what he did in the heat of battle, but what he had done to prepare for it, that mattered.

And yet, he was entirely confident that it would be the goblin commander who would be drinking Fortune’s bitter draught tonight. Legio XVII might be green, but they damn sure had stouter hearts than goblins, who, despite the beating drums that urged them forward, continued to slow their march as they came closer to the Amorran lines.

The goblin advance slowed, then slowed some more, and finally came to a complete halt about fifty paces from the ground where the first cohort stood, steadfast, flanked on either side by the fourth and sixth cohorts. The drums stopped.

Corvus heard the primus pilus shout, a loud cry that was echoed by five hundred voices chanting in response. The centuries in the neighboring cohorts began to pick it up as well. A thousand voices chanted a single word, then slammed the butt of their spears twice on the ground, then repeated it again. Then two thousand voices, then three thousand.

“Legion!” Thump-thump. “Legion!”

Men stomped their feet, clapped their hands, slammed their gauntleted fists into their steel breastplates. The very hill upon which Corvus stood seemed to shake with the echoes, but not as much as the goblins. Their front ranks were visibly quivering with fear.

“Legion!” Thump-thump. “Legion!”

It sounded as if his men were summoning some ancient demon of war—no, an army of demons—from the bowels of the earth.

“Legion!” Thump-thump. “Legion!”

Corvus nodded slowly, pleased. No one, least of all the enemy ranks lined up against them, would imagine these were men who had never seen battle before. Saturnius’s centurions had done their work well.

He glanced to the left. As expected, the goblin commander had divided his wolves between the two flanks, and their right wing looked no more eager to rush forward into the teeth of the infantry fortifying the thin line of horse than their foot was to come to grips with the cohorts in the center. On the right, he saw a desultory exchange of missiles was taking place, but it was nothing to cause him any concern for the safety of two young tribunes he had stationed atop the hill there.

But if the goblin masses were intimidated, their commander was not. His response was spectacular, if not particularly effective. A strange humming filled the air, gradually swelling until the Amorran chanting began to break up as the legionaries wondered what it was. Then, with the sound of a thunderclap, purple fire arched from the goblin rear over their lines and exploded in the midst of the first cohort. He saw men fly into the air, heard other men scream, burned by the shaman’s fire. The goblin drums began to thunder again.

“Ballistari!” Saturnius turned around and screamed at the optio who commanded the artillery. “Cassabus, find me that devil-spawned bugger and flatten him now!”

Corvus squinted and attempt to see where the shaman might be, but he shrugged and gave it up after a moment. The sharpest eyes in the legion were assigned to the artillery squads, and if they couldn’t spot the goblin, his aging eyes certainly wouldn’t be up to the task either.

Saturnius’s face turned redder with each of the two subsequent magical blasts, both of which ripped small holes in the Amorran ranks. But despite their alarming effects on the morale of the troops forced to stand there helplessly enduring the magical barrage, Corvus knew the shaman wasn’t doing them any significant harm.

“They have him, legate!” Cassabus called down to an irate Saturnius. “First cohort, loose!”

There was a loud thrumming sound and the shriek of much-abused wood as the supports absorbed the force of heavy slings slamming down, one after the other.

Ten huge rocks sailed over the heads of the Amorran infantry—and the greater part of the goblin infantry as well. All crashed down into a remarkably small area and left little more than smears of green ruin behind them as they bounced and tumbled to an eventual halt well behind the enemy’s rear.

“Well done, Cassabus,” Corvus shouted to the optio. “Commend your men!”

He doubted the man could hear him over the creaking of the onagers as the ballistarii rewound their huge coils, but Cassabus saw Corvus was shouting at him, and the optio raised his fist triumphantly.

“That’ll do for the bastard,” Saturnius said with satisfaction, his complexion gradually returning to something more resembling its customary color. “And it should give any of his little bastard friends second thoughts about throwing that devil’s fire about willy-nilly.”

“Who needs Michaelines when you’ve got mules?” Corvus laughed at the sour expression on the legate’s face. No matter how well things were going, Saturnius was always foul-tempered throughout the course of a battle.

“At least we’ve got a few lads who can hit the broad side of a barn,” Saturnius said. “But I don’t know what those bloody scorpios thought they were trying to hit.”

Corvus looked behind them, momentarily confused. Sure enough, four of the scorpio squads were reloading their giant crossbows. He hadn’t even realized they had loosed their bolts.

A horn sounded, and a great purple cloud appeared out of nowhere before exploding harmlessly well over the heads of the first cohort.

It was a signal, not an attack. The goblin lines began to move forward again. There was a piercing scream, followed by another, and soon all the wretched breeds were running, shrieking like the souls of the damned as they rushed madly toward the black shields of the waiting legion. Finally, the battle would be truly joined.

Corvus glanced at Marcus Saturnius, who was scowling furiously. How many times had they witnessed this together, Corvus thought. It was always the same. It didn’t matter if you were fighting men or goblins, elves or orcs. All the sights and sounds and strategies and tactics were eventually reduced to this: two lines coming together into one.

Without any signal from either of them, as if the onrushing goblins had crossed some invisible line, a roar went up from the centurions, and a murderous flock of flying serpents leaped into the air from the first two Amorran ranks as the centuries hurled their spears.

The goblins fought with courage, but man-for-man they were much weaker than the legionaries. Their weapons were seldom able to pierce the Amorran armor, and their own armor couldn’t withstand the forged steel of the legionary blades and spearheads. And whereas a wounded goblin was prone to be crushed under the feet of his comrades as they pressed forward, a wounded legionary was quickly extracted by the men behind him and assisted, or carried if need be, to the medici positioned to the left of the reserve cohorts.

Corvus saw Saturnius looking pensive as the pressing goblins fell back momentarily following an extraordinary, but ultimately futile, effort that had seen several men in the front ranks fall, including a centurion from the sixth cohort, at the cost of more than one hundred goblins. Saturnius whispered thoughtfully to himself, then abruptly turned and said something to his draconarius, who blew four rapid notes in a signal that was acknowledged in ragged succession by the centuries fighting below.

After the last horn sounded, the ballistarii launched their missiles en masse just over the helmets of their own troops and into the enemy’s front lines. The three embattled cohorts used the resulting disarray among the goblins to rotate their first three lines of troops back and exchange them with the three lines that had been waiting, more or less patiently, for their own turn at the bloody mill.

“Nicely done,” Corvus complimented his subordinate. “They might have been on the parade ground.”

“They’d damn well better have gotten it right,” Saturnius growled. “I didn’t spend four months standing over them making them practice every day, rain or shine, for my own health. And those two centuries from the bloody sixth still tried to go right instead of left! I’ll have their centurions’ guts to lace my sandals tomorrow.”

Corvus smiled. Things were going well indeed if Saturnius was cursing his troops instead of the enemy. And unless he missed his guess, the century that bumbled its withdrawal had lost its centurion only moments before. Considering that this was their first battle and they had just lost their officer, the century from the sixth were doing well to have merely muffed a rotation. That was the ultimate tribute any unit could pay its commander, to maintain its discipline even in his absence.

Another hour or two, perhaps three more rotations, and the goblins would wear themselves out. Due to their observable lack of discipline and reluctance to come to grips, Corvus suspected the goblin cavalry would be the first to withdraw. They would use their superior speed to run away rather than screen the infantry’s retreat as they should. Then the rear ranks of the infantry would begin to melt away, until the front ones, realizing they were being abandoned, would take fright, throw down their arms, and try to flee.

And then the slaughter would begin.

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Blogger Bobiojimbo December 15, 2017 7:55 PM  

I've both read, and reviewed Vox's book. A Throne of Bones is definitely a recommend

Anonymous Brick Hardslab December 15, 2017 8:07 PM  

As a huge Selenoth fan I was getting impatient. After reading Moira Greyland's book I understand the delay.

I need to know what happens next. Great books completely recommend all of it.

Blogger Dire Badger December 15, 2017 8:31 PM  

Heh, Amazon keeps trying to say that it's free on Kindle unlimited. Unless you pay careful attention, it tries to direct you to a subscription to kindle unlimited. You can get past that, but clearly it's designed to be tricky.

Blogger Dire Badger December 15, 2017 8:34 PM  

My only complaint with the book is probably a personally stylistic one... I tend to prefer books that....ease you into the story, rather than immediately tossing you into the 'get a dictionary and re-read six times to figure out what the hell is going on' deep end.
I guess it comes from being much more a scifi fan than a fantasy fan. I don't mind getting tossed into the deep end with SF, but with fantasy I look more for a luke skywalker or Magician:apprentice type start.

Anonymous VFM #6306 December 15, 2017 8:39 PM  

Read Wardog's Coin, Dire Badger. Straight up war story, with just a bit of hog wrangling thrown in for the intellectuals.

Anonymous Napoleon 12pdr December 15, 2017 8:45 PM  

Selenoth is a MOST impressive bit of work. Exquisitely well-balanced world creation. ATOB is an outstanding work. Not to mention the dessert of the clearest explanation of Roman naming conventions I've ever read.

Anonymous Anonymous December 15, 2017 8:48 PM  

Good writing, Vox. I like particularly how the story shows the old Roman understanding of 'army' as 'exercitus': not simply military 'exercises', but the whole process of training of the old Roman legions.

Now, would that the U.S. modern military had a similar concept. These days, I'm reminded more and more of Lord Chesterfield's characterization of the British Empire of his day: "Everything is out to sea except the Navy..."

Blogger Ahärôwn December 15, 2017 8:50 PM  

Yes, great book. Get the prequel as well, which fleshes out the story a bit, and the larger world in general. I read both in a 48-hour binge. Great fun :D

I'm looking forward to the next iteration, and will be getting it when the hardcover comes out.

I'd be up for a comic-book adaptation of the Selenoth stories as well.

Anonymous CoolHand December 15, 2017 9:24 PM  

This battle scene was the best hook I've read in any fiction book, period.

Clancy's Red Storm Rising is a close second, but took a bit longer to get going, and didn't have any Goblin wizards at all.

Anonymous Tilon December 15, 2017 9:25 PM  

Waiting eagerly for the next chapter, in short story or novel form. This is the only universe I make sure to read as it comes out. It might be for a niche audience, but you have talent, Vox. I want more!

Blogger pdwalker December 15, 2017 9:29 PM  

As good as this book is, ASOS is better and Sumna is just downright my favorite.

That’s not a knock on ATOB.

Blogger pdwalker December 15, 2017 9:31 PM  

Oh, if you haven’t read the book, just get it. It’s worth it’s full cover price. Free? Now that’s just a steal.

Blogger Andrew Brown December 15, 2017 9:57 PM  

If I could relate to anyone in Throne of Bones, it would probably be Fortex.

Blogger LP9 December 15, 2017 10:20 PM  

Applause! Thank you, I read this to dad twice he was enthralled 10+ level thrilled.

Blogger wreckage December 15, 2017 10:35 PM  

The whole thing is that good. Vox' military scenes are utterly convincing, his characters likewise, and the degree of empathy he brings to bear on every hero, villain, and bit-part is an absolute delight. Demonstrating that a story can have complex emotional tangles and still have a clear sense of right and wrong, and in fact, that situational honour is what makes the developing paths of plot and character so believable and compelling.

I really enjoy the fact that none of the characters are just overwrought tangles of outright pathology.

Anonymous Philalethes December 15, 2017 10:38 PM  

A great story, I really enjoyed it. It's been ~50 years since I stopped reading SF/F, preferring "real world" fiction: mystery, historical, western. I gave Selenoth a try when one of the books was given away, and liked it; so I tried more, and continued liking them.

The authentic Roman flavor (I've read a lot of books about Rome) gives the stories a kind of substantiality (and interest) that most fantasy lacks for me; the lack of post-modernist degeneracy and nihilism is a relief (I've never read GRRM's garbage and have no interest); the characters are real, believable, sympathetic. The fantasy elements — elves, dwarves, magic, etc. — are woven into the story without fanfare in a way that makes them entirely natural; the reader doesn't think "fantasy", only "great story".

I've read all the Selenoth tales and look forward to rereading them all in time, maybe when A Sea of Skulls is completed, to refresh the background. In all, an impressive accomplishment, and I look forward to its continuation.

Blogger Dire Badger December 16, 2017 12:14 AM  

VFM #6306 wrote:Read Wardog's Coin, Dire Badger. Straight up war story, with just a bit of hog wrangling thrown in for the intellectuals.

Thanks, as a long time veteran I almost always get grabbed by a good war story, even in an unfamiliar environment.

most people I know HATED "The Shiva Option" even if they liked David Weber, but the Book grabbed by the gonads right in the first chapter and I couldn't put it down until I had read it's (Not inconsiderable) bulk. And then I HAD to read the rest of the trilogy.

I loved the John Ringo books EXCEPT for his 'more accessible' Zombie wars series.

I am really hoping Vox does more in the science Fiction Vein. I know that since he's not really hardcore military he probably isn't terribly interested in doing scimilfic, but he seems willing to listen to the greatest sources (Kratman, Weber, Ringo..) and the greatest military fiction of all time is generally less about the maneuvers and more about the ATTITUDE, which is pure alt-right... something he has grasped well enough to make a career out of it :)

Blogger Patrick Pham December 16, 2017 1:36 AM  

it's the first time I've read Vox Day's work, and even halfway through I can see how he writes his beliefs into his work. They are not jarring, or they are preachy. The psuedo-globalist Severus, despite his treacherous behaviour, is a good father to his daughter. Villains and heroes alike have strong marriages. It is also a great relief to have female perspectives of story that are not tainted with feminist cheerleading.

If you're a fan of Roman history, you can already see the parallels - The Valerians are the tragic heroes of the republic, with all of the virtue and none of the corruption that marred their historical counterparts, but you can't help but cheer them on.

Blogger Nathan December 16, 2017 6:28 AM  


Too much for a relatively mature 12 year old? What do you think?


Blogger VD December 16, 2017 6:33 AM  

Too much for a relatively mature 12 year old? What do you think?

Yes, I'd say 15 is about right these days. These are adult books with adult themes. Men have sex with their wives and invading orcs rape, pillage, and kill.

Anonymous Philipp December 16, 2017 12:21 PM  

This battle scene is excellent. I liked the entire book and Sea of Skulls is even better. I am looking forward to reading the extended version.

Blogger JohnofAustria December 16, 2017 1:45 PM  

Download this while you can, I read this and Sea of skulls and have gone back to them several times. Damn good

Blogger ประภัสสร รัตนน์ December 20, 2017 10:08 PM  

Thanks for the info

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