'Lavie Tidhar has crafted a punk epic on the mouldering bones of legend and jolted it to life with ten thousand volts of knowing
wit and fury. By Force Alone eviscerates the complacent posturing of the Arthurian myth, explodes the well-worn conventions
of the tale and from the shiny jagged pieces assembles a wholly fresh rollercoaster ride of cheap violence, vicious magic
and messy human truth' RICHARD MORGAN. Britannia, AD 535. The Romans have gone. While their libraries smoulder, roads decay
and cities crumble, men with swords pick over civilisation's carcass, slaughtering and being slaughtered in turn. This is
the story of just such a man. Like the others, he had a sword. He slew until slain. Unlike the others, we remember him. We
remember King Arthur. This is the story of a land neither green nor pleasant. An eldritch isle of deep forest and dark fell
haunted by swaithes, boggarts and tod-lowries, Robin-Goodfellows and Jenny Greenteeths, and predators of rarer appetite yet.
This is the story of a legend forged from a pack of self-serving, turd-gilding, weasel-worded lies told to justify foul deeds
and ill-gotten gains. This is the story - viscerally entertaining, ominously subversive and poetically profane - of a Dark
Age myth that shaped a nation. 'A bloody, bravura performance, which Tidhar pulls off with graphic imagery and modern vernacular'
Guardian. 'As eclectic as the Sword in the Stone and as ruthless as A Game of Thrones, this retelling of the whole Arthurian
legend stands alongside the very best' Daily Mail.