After Breed, a thief-assassin of small renown is chased by a dragon, tricked by a demon, almost killed by a psychopathic gang boss, and hunted by a ferocious spider assassin, life really takes a turn for the worse. Sentenced to five…
After half-killing Mother Blake’s murderer, Breed is obliged to repay a debt to a powerful Prince of the Midnight Court.
Armed with little more than a bad attitude, and partnered with a feckless sorcerer and an arrogant, gang enforcer, Breed sets sail for the land of Voskva.
They say, no good deed goes unpunished.
And damn them, they were right.
No Good Deed is the fifth book in The Chronicles of Breed
The Chronicles of Breed
The World Needs A Hero, but all its got is Breed. Leaving the Empire to face the wrath of an angry demon and its infernal hordes, Breed takes a ship and flees to Shen. With pockets full of gold, the hammer of the Hammer of the North, a…
Miserable after the loss of (another) friend, and alone in a strange, new world, Breed is taken prisoner by a gang of undead thugs. Stripped of power, Breed is used as a bait dog in an arena where the only reward for surviving is the…
Breed saved a world, killed a demon, destroyed the gods that made it, and then went home.
It was time to rest, perchance to die.
But as any fool knows, there is no rest for the wicked.
No one is going anywhere until an old friend is dead, an old enemy is saved, and hot or cold vengeance is served.
The battle is over, now the war has begun.
About K.T. Davies
I come from here.
I did this a long time ago.
I have some of these,
some of these,
and one of these.
I like listening to this.
I make a bit of this,
For fun I do this
I read these
I play this,
and I also do this,
amongst other things…
So, we wandered along to the MCM London Comic Con the other week and had a great time. While we were there we bumped into a shady cove you might recognise, (even though they said they were in disguise). They were hanging out with another bunch of dodgy characters and apparently had nothing to do with the heist at the Tower of London that night…apparently. Anyway, I managed to get a few pictures so here they are.
If you don’t recognise the miscreant in all these photo’s perhaps you should check out their previous exploits by clicking below.
Here are some pics of me forging a knife the old skool Japanese way, in Japan at a little forge outside Kameoka. It’s a beautiful, peaceful place where mountains cut down sharply into lush fields through which deep rivers run and not all spirits are homeless.
Not only was making a knife fun, if you like being super-hot, on a hot day, while trying not to fuck things up kinda fun. It was an experience I’ll use in my writing, just like I use my experience with ye olde weapons, thieving, and murder. Okay not the last two, honest. But I know what it’s like to be in a shield wall, a musket block with cavalry bearing down, and to ride at the tilt. Alas, I also know what it’s like to set myself on fire (with my musket), get slightly blown up, trampled, break bones falling off a horse, and be stabbed and stitched, but those are stories for another day. Be assured however, if you read my novels you’ll get a taste of those things, hopefully as second-hand through the lens of fantasy, safely bound in the pages of a book. So yeah, I made a knife and it works, and here are some pictures.