Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb

Prologue
He rode, his proud face bleeding and grim in the light of the setting sun. He cradled a sleeping
baby in the crook of his left arm, the reins of the metal horse in his right fist. With a few swift
kicks, he urged the steed ever faster westward. His eyes squinted into the setting sun, and beads
of perspiration—or were they tears?—coursed down his unlined cheeks. The gleaming hooves of
the steed tore great clumps of sod from the grassy hills as it sped through the spring dusk.
Miles behind him, the city burned on its mountain. Steel-clad knights thundered from the
great city’s gates into the dying day on their own metal stallions or took to the air with
mechanical wings. The military dirigibles Retaliator and Heaven’s Will rose slowly from the
heart of the city, flames spitting from their engines, and turned their massive noses to the west.
The knights sought the oathbreaker, the thief of their princess, the betrayer of their king.
They swore bloody vengeance on Pelagir of the King’s Chosen, son of Pelgram, and raced to be
the first to have his head. He had betrayed the most sacred of their oaths, and their rage burned as
brightly as the flames in the capital city.
Colin McComb Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale
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