A Secret History: The Book Of Ash, #1

By Mary Gentle

There is multiple historical past of the area . . .

In the mid-fifteenth century there has been Burgundy, the jewel of Europe-opulent and strong, the undisputed heart of an uncivilized world.

In an epoch of warfare and insanity there has been Ash. a woman born in dust and dung, she slew her first males whereas merely 8. Scarred and ravaged, yet nonetheless appealing, she rose as much as lead a superb mercenary military earlier than the age of twenty--and a sacred voice clever within the bloody methods of conflict to a top inconceivable to even the main powerful of legends.

In a time while empires and alliances shifted like sand--when Mithras the bull was once worshipped freely along the Christ--a nice cloud arose out of Africa to darken the solar. The Visigoths got here with their bad machines-powered by means of magic or a technology unknown to this day--and aimed their impossible to resist may possibly towards the wealthy Burgundian prize, wrenching the wheel of civilization in an unknown and unforeseen path. And with their coming, one incomparable warrior raised on Destiny's ash heap turned extra that anybody idea one girl might ever be.

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