This is no Tolkien fantasy; there are no majestic eleven maidens, no comedic dwarfs. The world of the Black Company is not a shinning fairytale; it is a bleak land, a land filled with dark sorcery, an undeniably black world.  

A story told by there annalist, contributing to the century’s of the companies legacy, its victories and defeats, the glory of its lost brothers. The black company fights with honor for the highest bidder, serving a master regardless of there cause or nobility. The company is family; its men become brothers, each running from something finding brotherhood amongst the company.

Recruited by Soulcatcher, one of the taken; a collection of ancient powerful wizards. Resurrected and bent to the will of The Lady; a great evil seeking domination over the lands.

Fighting a seemingly endless war against the rebels, the company fights with honor not found among either the Taken or the rebels standing in there way. There is seemingly no light in the world, save for an ancient prophecy of light returning.

A decidedly unromantic fantasy, wars are waged with malice and disregard for blood. Great sorcerer’s conger horrors to the battle field, spectacular spells rip entire armies to pieces; men are torn asunder by impressive feats of horrible power.

A great military campaign, the company in the crossfire of an ancient feud, a war filled with tragedy and treachery. This is a dark tale of great fantasy, concluding in a truly spectacular final battle. The Black Company was a spellbinding tale; the world is very distinctive, not feeling like any fantasy I have witnessed. It ends in great style, with one of the most extravagant conflicts I can recall. The hint of a coming light a slight glimmer of something more than endless war and bloodshed. The final pages set up a continuing sage that I can not avoid.