⚔️ Book Tour with Author Q&A ➜ A hidden island. A hunted knight. Knowledge powerful enough to change everything. The Lonely Knight (MYRE Book 1) Fantasy Adventure by Author Bruce Clayton
A rescue that should have ended quietly instead becomes the beginning of something much larger in The Lonely Knight by Bruce Clayton. The story introduces the MYRE series, a completed fantasy saga built around the idea that knowledge, discipline, and understanding can change the course of history.
Synopsis
Violence and instability continue spreading across the kingdom as powerful warlords fight for dominance over fractured lands. When Torch Thorvald rescues a young girl from one of the most ruthless among them, he unknowingly becomes tied to discoveries capable of transforming the world itself. Hunted by enemies and driven from any place of safety, he journeys toward the hidden island known as the Myre.
There, Mizar has begun quietly teaching forms of knowledge that challenge everything people believe about magic and power. What others fear as impossible abilities are rooted instead in understanding, discipline, and the mastery of forces hidden within the world itself. As these ideas spread beyond the island, kingdoms begin realizing how dangerous such knowledge could become in the wrong hands. Fear, ambition, and desperation drive armies and rulers toward conflict, each determined to control what Mizar has uncovered. As tensions rise and violence closes in from every side, Torch is forced to confront truths capable of changing not only his own future, but the fate of entire kingdoms.
Excerpt:
Prologue The Milford Castle courtyard was bitterly cold. Weary guardsmen trudged through the dark, carrying armloads of wood to the executioner’s stake. A man would burn at first light, put to death by order of the king. The preparations had to be completed before dawn. “What did he do?” whispered Rich Thorvald, a youngster with unruly red hair. Although only fifteen, Rich was a head taller than his comrades, with a strength that stood him well in their rough company. His size prompted many rude jokes, but inside, he was a boy. He was awed by the thought of burning a man. The soldier beside him, William Cruller, was barely twenty. William was Rich’s only friend. He glanced across the courtyard at their officer before replying. “He brought the Death to Gyrland, they say,” he said, raising an eyebrow. They placed two armloads of wood beside the stake and turned back toward the woodpile, fifty yards away across the bailey. “Killed his family and drained their blood. Black magic. And him a royal, too, or almost.” “Drained their blood?” asked Rich. “Necromancy!” hissed William. “Magic of the dead! The king says to burn him, and that’s right by me!” “You there! Silence!” Both youths made a show of attending to duty. Their captain was a saturnine lord who used a length of rope as a lash. He was alert to any sign of goldbricking and was equally on guard against the dry sound of a cough. A quiet, hoarse cough was the first sign that the Death had touched another victim. People said the Death had come from the east, over the sea to Gyrland. Mass graves had been chipped out of the frozen fields around Milford. A shroud of snow softly mantled the unfortunates who sprawled there awaiting burial. The Death was not particular. It struck down men, women, children, dogs, horses, and cattle. It destroyed nobles and commoners alike. No known spells, blessings, or medicines could stop it. Most victims died within two days. One man only had walked among the dying without fear. His guilt was plain. “Why such a hurry?” asked Rich as he gathered the next armload of wood. Sir Geoffrey Griffin’s orders had come suddenly. A man burns at dawn: make ready! The night watch had been called off the battlements to prepare the stake. “King Jarrod has exhausted the serving girls of Milford and wants to go home,” replied William with a smirk. “He wants the trial over with, so he can return to Misty Tor and hide from the Death. Little good it will do him.” He coughed in the frosty air, and both youngsters winced. Their officer glared at them in the moonlight. The boys laboured another hour to build the pyre and soak the sticks in oil. It wasn’t enough for the miscreant to die in the flames. Under the Law of Gyrland, the bones had to be burned black. The wood was stacked at last, and the weary soldiers stumbled back to the guardroom. The execution would greet the rising sun, but the midwinter dawn came late. There would be time to warm themselves and catch a few minutes of exhausted sleep. The guardroom was smoky and humid, filled with the thick smell of unwashed soldiers. Forty men slept on bunks in the nearby chambers. Racks of hauberks, helmets, pikes and swords stood ready by the doors. Rich poured himself a cup of tea from the kettle beside the fire. His companions hung their clothes on pegs and collapsed into their bunks. Rich’s feet and hands were numb. An execution! To see a wizard burn! He sipped the tea and tried to make his teeth stop chattering. The guardroom door swung open. A finely dressed young nobleman stepped inside. His boyish face was marred by eyes that glittered in the firelight. He pulled off his gloves, finger-by-finger. The noble’s gaze settled on Rich. “You there,” he said. “Take me to the condemned man.” His manner was brusque, and Rich hesitated. “My lord,” said the boy, “you need to speak to Sir Geoffrey, the captain of the guard. I can’t—” “If we disturb your captain,” smiled the newcomer, gliding forwards, “I will tell him how insolent you were to me. Do you think fifteen lashes would make you mindful of your betters?” He tucked the gloves in his belt and smiled again. “Twenty?” he whispered sweetly. The smile was warm, but the eyes had no expression. “As you wish, my lord,” said the boy, astonished by such casual ruthlessness. “The dungeon is this way.” Rich took a torch from a barrel and lit it in the fire. He led the way into the dank cellars beneath the gatehouse. The graceful lord glided along behind him.
About the author:
Bruce D. Clayton is an award-winning author, scientist, historian, and professor emeritus of martial arts. With a PhD in the sciences and decades of experience studying history, engineering, and human behavior, his work bridges the gap between imagination and reality.
He is the author of the MYRE series, an 18-book epic written over 38 years, blending medieval adventure with real-world science, strategy, and survival. His nonfiction works, including Life After Doomsday and Shotokan’s Secret, have earned international recognition in their respective fields.
Clayton lives in California and continues to explore the intersection of knowledge, storytelling, and the idea that the world around us is far more “magical” than it first appears.
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