From: Ontario, Canada
Thanks Orm. Just was kind of glad that I was not alone here in being a big Fantasy Novel Reader. Read my first novel "The Iliad" (in French though) now an abbreviated one when I was about 10 years old while we lived in Belgium, it had pics of Cyclops, minotaurs, maybe even Medusa but that is all it took to hook me to that genre. Soon afterwards my Mom got me "The Hobbit", I could read in English but not that well and she stood there and read it with me, I guess that is how I learned to read and write\speak English while attending French/German school in SE Belgium. After a couple of years "The Lord of the Rings" and so on but needed to re-read it when I was in my early 20s as that was way beyond my reading skills at that time. Then the Sword of Shannara and so on and so on......That was like 39 years ago and have never looked back.
This is a series I read about 15 years ago and picked it up while on business in the UK. I remember loving them and gave them away but have never been able to get them again as they are only published in the UK now and/or are almost impossible to find in Canada. It was just a fantastic series of 4 or 5 novels. If you ever find them keep them, like I said almost impossible to find now.
Anyways, thanks for bringing back some awesome memories my friend.
Book One of the Chronicles of Hawklan. The castle of Anderras Darion has stood abandoned and majestic for as long as anyone can remember. Then, from out of the mountains, comes the healer, Hawklan - a man with no memory of the past - to take possession of the keep with his sole companion, Gavor. Across the country, the great fortress of Narsindalvak is a constant reminder of the victory won by the hero Ethriss in alliance with the three realms of Orthlund, Riddin and Fyorlund against the Dark Lord, Sumeral, hundreds of years before. But Rgoric, the ailing king of Fyorlund and protector of the peace, has fallen under the malign influence of the Lord Dan-Tor, and from the bleakness of Narsindal come ugly rumours. It is whispered that Mandrocs are abroad again and that the Dark Lord himself is stirring. And in the remote fastness of Anderras Darion, Hawklan feels deep within himself the echoes of an ancient power and the unknown, yet strangely familiar, call to arms...
It is much harder to think about doing something than actually doing it!