Revenge Is An Overused Word. But When You Pick On A Northman's Family, Expect It. Eirik Hjaltison is barely sixteen when his world turns to ashes. Alone, betrayed, and on the run, he barely escapes his father's enemies. " He is thrown into the perilous world of Ninth-Century Europe, where your only protection is your skill with your weapons, and friends who will stand with you when hope is all you have left." Over the Northern Sea and down the Roman Road, ever south, Erik follows the dark trail of the Medieval Slave Trade towards a place that holds what he seeks-inside a cage in a dungeon, behind the brooding walls of a stone fortress. " But there is a bright-eyed Egyptian girl who can sew wounds, " and seven lean men from the North who thought it could be good with some plunder, and perhaps to shop for some fancy boots at a local market. They find themselves part of something else: a quest to right a grievous wrong, in a world where there is a hundred ways to die. Nothing is harder to win back than a man's honor. A Northman's name is everything. Erik ran once, and that he cannot live with. While those who spat on his father's body are still alive, there can be no honor, and no peace. But men's weaknesses show themselves when they do their worst, and Eirik's pride threatens to undo everything. Everything he loves, everything he wants to live, everything he ever fought for, rides on one last chance, one last fight, to win it all, or lose it all.