The Devil's Knight
Prologue
Siobhan scrambled through the thorny brush at the foot of the hill, the Norman knight hot on her heels. "You'd best hope I never catch you, poppet," he shouted, hacking away at the vines and brambles with his sword. "You'll be begging me to kill you."
Siobhan wished she was already dead, that it had been her head cleaved off in the first shock of the attack instead of her father's. The Norman king's men hadn't even bothered with a royal proclamation this time. With no warning at all, they had poured into her father's village in the middle of the night, setting the wooden walls aflame. She and her mother had run from their burning manor house just in time to see her father's head fall from his shoulders in the narrow street and roll into the gutter, his angry face still moving. If Siobhan s ... read full excerpt from The Devil's Knight ebook
