"A fantastic read, a rollicking, page-turning, edge-of-your-seat road-trip of a book. Reading this book made me want to grab a sword and set off on an epic quest."- Christopher Paolini Magic swords, broken promises, and some of the craziest action you're likely to read this side of the Wyld. The boys are getting the band back together, and woe be to anyone who stands in their way. It was a blast to read, from start to finish. " Kings of the Wyld is gritty but not grim. Martin meets Terry Pratchett."- Buzzfeed Books Seriously, what’re you waiting for?Īmazon | Audible | Barnes & Noble | Google Play | Kobo | Libro."George R. This book is amazing and you should hurry to grab a copy. When thinking of Kings of the Wyld, I would say it is like The Expendables but with swords and alchemy instead of guns.
There is also a ton of humor in the novel which, in my opinion, just makes the book that much better. I’m talking epic scale, all out warfare and it’s bloody wonderful. There isn’t a ton of hack n slash in the novel, but at the very end, we are given a Lord of the Rings: The Return of the Kingesque battle royale. They are fleshed out incredibly and Jeff Harding brings them all to life with his brilliant audiobook narration.
His characters are detailed to the ‘t’, or is it ‘d’? Whatever. There is plenty of world building to go round and then some. Nicholas Eames is going to be a household name very soon. And lastly, you have your cowbell player, Arcandius Moog, a highly optimistic alchemist with the wherewithal to continue throwing trap after trap, fireball after wisp of smoke, whether they work or not, in order to help out his band mates. Your keyboardist, King/former King Mattrick Skulldrummer, a drunk at heart and voracious pie eater, wields two vicious knives with which he slices and dices his way to victory. Your bass player, Ganelon, once turned into stone, now gets to relive his glory days with mighty axe in hand. Your electric guitar player/shredder/axe man is Gabriel, also known as Golden Gabe, gifted with the most valuable sword known to man. Your lead singer is a man named Clay Cooper, also known as Slowhand, who, instead of a mic, carries around a scarred wooden shield called Blackheart, made from the body of one of the mightiest treants in the land.
The Band that toured everywhere, slaying everything in their path and reaping all the rewards.
The Band your or your daddy WISHED you had been apart of. You know, the one that broke up years ago and decided to have a reunion tour because it was in demand, or because they ran out of money because they blew it all on stuff in the glory days. And I don’t mean that band you or your daddy grew up listening. Alright everyone, it’s time to get the band back together.
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