I never had all that much in the way of courage, and still less of wit or cunning – outside of woodsmithing, which was my mother’s trade and should of been mine. To tell you truly, I have not got much to boast about. When I say words like great and terrible, it might sound like I got some vain and vaunting purpose, but I don’t. The greatest part – the greatest and the most terrible – was yet to come. It was not the end, or anything like, as you’ll see if you stay with me through this next and last telling. Then I sailed across the ocean to a place called the Sword of Albion, which I thought would be the end of my journeying. I went south out of there, from the wildest north of Ingland all the way down to Many Fishes village, on the edge of the great lagoon where lost London used to stand.
I got started on my travels when I was made faceless and throwed out of my village in Calder Valley. Nobody could say I did my choosing without no sense of what it meant. I’m not complaining about that cost though I knowed what I was doing all along. Also, it was the one that cost me the most. Out of all the things I ever done in my life, this journey I’m speaking of was – by a great long way – the most important. Or at least that’s the way it is with me. She says the things that work the deepest changes in us kind of live on inside us, so they always feel like they’re happening right now. A dead girl that’s my most close and faithful friend has got a good way of explaining that. It feels like I’m on that road still, and only resting a minute or two before I get going again. Well, I say it was a long time ago, but I got to admit it doesn’t really feel that way to me. It was a while back now, and a lot has happened since. I try not to repeat myself too much, but I misremember sometimes. That may be news to you, or it may be something you know already. īy the same author, writing as Mike Carey: But what they'll find is an ancient war that never ended. They're searching for a way to help humanity fight back against nature. Now that Koli and his companions have found the source of the signal they've been following – the mysterious "Sword of Albion"-there is hope that their perilous journey will finally be worth something. But he has already encountered so much more than he bargained for.
In his search for the fabled tech of the Old Times, he knew he'd be battling shunned men, strange beasts and trees that move as fast as whips. Koli has come a long way since being exiled from his small village of Mythen Rood. What will the future hold for those who are left?
"A gorgeous, borderline flawless trilogy." –Seanan McGuire Now, in the unforgettable final chapter, the world that was lost comes back to haunt those who have survived–and Koli's journey comes to its astonishing close. Carey's Rampart trilogy is "an epic post-apocalyptic fable" ( Kirkus) like no other, set in a world where nature has turned against us.
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