Jeremy Poole

All Gwyn wanted was a quiet family holiday, what he got was hell. A centuries old tomb had been opened and death had spilt forth. Gwyn wanted to build castles with his kids, not defend them against hoards of the dead. Gwyn is left with his kids in the dead zone, a zone where only zombies walk freely, hunt the living, but they

Dracs, celtes, romans, d us i reis. Tots volen en Jordi, per qu ? Ell s un noi que c rrer, c rrer per salvar la vida

'Br n sat alone, alone on the hills where he had sat forever. The island was his, his alone. People came and went. He remained.' Now death herself had come for him. 'The dead from many centuries of plague and pestilence had risen, malice swept the field. The dead streamed over the dead, the pestilent horde started to swarm' The tale of Briton's darkest legend and of its mightiest king, a cauldron of power and magical swords Are they enough?