This is the lifelong violence and brilliant hero-making of the 5th century AD, and in the aftermath of a great battle between British and Saxons forces, one young warrior, Prince Bedwyr the Fox, searches the battlefield for his lost foster-brother, Arthur, the powerful young son of Uthyr Pendragon.
Here amidst the dead and dying, Bedwyr begins his epic narrative of The Silurian, Book 1: ‘The Fox and the Bear’, the first of an eight-book series.
Arthur, at age fifteen, was the winner of the battle, seizing the day from his own supreme commander, Ambrosius Aurelianus. This battle win causes Arthur’s father to formally reject his son, through fear of Arthur’s growing power. This rejection by his father causes Arthur to begin his rise to take full control of Britain’s armies with the aid of his first cousin, Medraut, the son of Lot, Uthyr’s younger brother.
Yet Arthur’s rise becomes Bedwyr’s greatest challenge, and the Fox’s life begins a downward slide into rebellion, and he leaves on a lone path of confusion to fight his inner demons, to find who he really is as his greatest friend and foster-brother rises higher and higher—high enough to face his own father, Uthyr, in battle for the right to fly the Red Dragon banner of the Pendragon Warlords.
In this excerpt, the reader is taken immediately into the heart of the action: Prince Bedwyr, called The Fox, has just fought in his first major battle as a young warrior. He has lost his greatest friend, Arthur, somewhere on the battlefield, and in fear, Bedwyr searches through the dead and dying to find his friend.
From this point on, Bedwyr's life with the boy who would be King Arthur truly begins: in battle.
The Silurian: The Fox and the Bear
CROWS gathered in great flocks overhead as we searched the battlefield through the dead and dying. Some of the birds landed on bodies and I slashed my sword at them, trying to send them back from where they came. I watched them scream up again into the sky before I turned to look for my brothers. All around me men were dying, their voices dying, already dead men, telling the crows they were ready to leave their bodies for the Otherworld. And as I waited for Cai and Medraut to reach me, as I watched them stepping over these dying men, I shook, and trembled. I was afraid, my heart wouldn’t stop thrashing, and I thought I was crying. This was a terrible battle, our first as new warriors to the field, and I had never seen anything like it before. The horror of it, and I stood waiting in terror—for Arthur was missing. He was out there somewhere amongst the bodies, and so far, we had not been able to find him. I stood where I was, shaking, frozen in fear to believe Arthur may have been killed in this terrible clash of arms, where the dead smelled like blood and not men. I swallowed hard and began walking my way towards Medraut and Cai. When I reached them, me and Medraut fell on each other and held on tight.