Through various characters’ thoughts, I think the author is suggesting that there is nothing more to the metaphysical than the very dull ying-yang of competing powers being held in a kind of balance. I have a feeling that Miles Cameron, the man, is setting me up for a big fall. For the first time in a long time, I was actually swept away by the spectacle of grand writing nearly as effective as Tolkien, and at least one scene was enough to nearly make we weep with pleasure at its grandness and its glimmer of ultimate truth. And he is honest about that age being an Age of Faith.
He can honestly see the brutality and the violence of the age, but he sees it in technicolor, not the drab browns of Kristen Stewart’s offensive and idiotic Snow White. He knows the Middle Ages, since he lives them (quite literally, the man is a professional reenactor) every day of his life.
There’s lots of swearing, lots of blasphemy, lots of darkness. The violence is almost clinical, it’s so vivid. Even Guy Gavriel Kay can’t help but be a little cynical in his tale of troubadour love, A Song for Arbonne. Anthony Ryan did this so much that his books went from four star material to less than one star. The grim, dark nonsense of much high fantasy these days seems to take pleasure in eviscerating any lingering notions we might have that the ideals of honor, etc. The ideals of the Code of Chivalry are, sadly, not. If you're a fan of Mark Lawrence, John Gwynne, or Brian McClellan you won't want to miss out on this intricate, epic debut fantasy.Chivalry is oddly in vogue these days. The abby is rich, the nuns are pretty and the monster preying on them is nothing he can't deal with. So when he hires his company out to protect an Abbess and her nunnery, it's just another job.
The Red Knight has all three, he has youth on his side, and he's determined to turn a profit. It takes all the advantages of birth, training, and the luck of the devil to do it. But if standing and fighting is hard, leading a company of men - or worse, a company of mercenaries - against the smart, deadly creatures of the Wild is even harder. Twenty eight florins a month is nowhere near enough when a wyvern's jaws snap shut on your helmet in the hot stink of battle, and the beast starts to rip the head from your shoulders. Twenty eight florins a month is a huge price to pay, for a man to stand between you and the Wild. Miles Cameron weaves an epic tale of magic and mercenaries, war and depravity, politics and intrigue in this action-packed debut fantasy The Red Knight.
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