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The Oathsworn Series Books 1 to 5

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Год издания: 2018

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The Oathsworn Series Books 1 to 5
Robert Low

The band of Viking brothers, The Oathsworn, are here. These are the first 5 epic novels in Robert Low’s brilliant Oathsworn series.The ultimate Viking series, all five books in one place.Launch fully into the world of the Oathsworn, led by Einar the Black, and new recruit Orm Bearslayer, whose story this is and whose adventure is unforgettable. But as Orm and his war-wise band finally become feared and respected throughout the Viking world, fate’s hammer will still seek them out and fall hard.In the entire series: The Whale Road, The Wold Sea,The White Raven The Prow Beast and Crowbone you will experience bloody revenge, violence and true Viking grit.

The Whale Road The Wolf Sea The White Raven Prow Beast Crowbone

ROBERT LOW

CONTENTS

COVER (#u1bb047f2-c278-5f0a-9f0a-64a4b51e3105)

TITLE PAGE (#udf6f6c62-ef05-58f7-85c8-92e5496a2296)

THE WHALE ROAD (#ub8272c7e-d355-5b13-ab98-1d9ce6004dcc)

THE WOLF SEA (#u33ef74e9-fe18-5b19-ab7b-05945f2718d8)

THE WHITE RAVEN (#uc7daa54f-82c5-50c7-8a2b-0679c3ba7488)

THE PROW BEAST (#u5c55a10b-c81f-55e3-8ddc-97d0dfb86e2a)

CROWBONE (#u2c3dde6b-b435-58fd-bd85-13fc5a5089a4)

KEEP READING (#u449f13d6-a8cb-513f-8ef7-de06255cd573)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#ulink_855e52c1-930e-5fb2-a2a3-847c75eb31c8)

ALSO BY ROBERT LOW (#u2ea33b91-7709-569a-a513-1404087997d5)

COPYRIGHT (#ulink_b0475523-9569-5029-be2f-cba3a79c538b)

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

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The Whale Road

ROBERT LOW

MAP (#ulink_02500164-1349-5a8a-97b7-bf20f170684e)

DEDICATION (#ulink_4ef07e3b-39be-510b-823d-230234ec044b)

To my darling wife Katie, who makes sure my keel is straight and all my oars are in the water.

CONTENTS

COVER (#ub8272c7e-d355-5b13-ab98-1d9ce6004dcc)

TITLE PAGE (#uf2512e9d-f751-5105-a69c-c400b8fac76b)

MAP (#ulink_91d981ab-9c88-5662-a7cc-03f9a5448aaf)

DEDICATION (#ulink_0b1954c0-1c55-5b34-869f-7786b93db519)

ONE (#ulink_d2253aff-b63d-5d83-9eac-01bbfe64a6ea)

TWO (#ulink_d41352ba-22fc-5bd6-8c98-0ce0d47948e4)

THREE (#ulink_94be308f-7245-530e-9abe-9e4d514dad5a)

FOUR (#ulink_3f6a065d-d0b9-5730-88e6-121f7756f7d0)

FIVE (#ulink_e907754e-bf93-56a9-a699-f5e8dc977f5b)

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SEVEN (#ulink_8626f83b-332c-52b4-bf4e-26ff7b075bdf)

EIGHT (#ulink_cb547509-7333-5af7-88ce-fd4121ee9b20)

NINE (#ulink_34abb056-8ced-5143-9741-cd2443d4be44)

TEN (#ulink_6ab40274-0280-5205-a54c-bddfd98520a0)

ELEVEN (#ulink_b3545635-d04f-5b43-b21a-e11d9b9a291d)

TWELVE (#ulink_7688796d-e1e1-5662-8861-d8c71866cf90)

THIRTEEN (#ulink_be3b5b2e-41d4-556f-a933-4954cc2c5bd9)

FOURTEEN (#ulink_05259f2a-cdf7-542d-9a3f-56693e787fa8)

FIFTEEN (#ulink_ef6af86c-045d-518d-b014-af1f4f018ceb)

EPILOGUE (#ulink_1b6addac-361e-59b1-93f0-1d142696b3e0)

A NOTE ON THE HISTORY (#ulink_4fba5528-fee4-58cc-a571-764b52792f93)

GLOSSARY OF NAMES (#ulink_758cd8ba-657c-566a-9a1f-bacc560b917e)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS (#ulink_edfac7e5-d14d-5f91-86f2-7413d85874b3)

ONE (#ulink_b3ef5832-1e50-5a4d-ad89-b3a1a3701845)

Runes are cut in ribbons, like the World Serpent eating his own tail. All sagas are snake-knots, for the story of a life does not always start with birth and end with death. My own truly begins with my return from the dead.

There was a beam, knotted and worn smooth where nets and sails hung, with a cold-killed spider hanging by the slenderest of threads, swaying in the breeze, swimming in my vision.

I knew that beam. It was the ridge beam of the naust, the boatshed at Bjornshafen, and I had swung on those hanging nets and sails. Swung and laughed and had no cares, a lifetime ago.

I lay on my back and looked up at it and could not understand why it was there, for I was surely dead. Yet my breath smoked in the chill of that place.

‘He’s awake.’

The voice was a growl and everything canted and swung when I tried to turn my head to it. I was not dead. I was on a pallet-bed and a face, jut-jawed and bearded like a hedge, floated in front of me. Others, too, peered round him, all strangers, all wavering, as if underwater.

‘Get back, you ugly bollocks. Give the boy room to breathe. Finn Horsehead, you would frighten Hel herself, so I am thinking you should bugger off out of it and fetch his father.’

The hedge-bearded face scowled and vanished. The owner of the voice had a face, too; this one neat-bearded and kind-eyed. ‘I am Illugi, godi of the Oathsworn,’ he said to me, then patted my shoulder. ‘Your father is coming, boy. You are safe.’

Safe. A priest says I am safe, so it must be true. A moment’s vision-flash, like something seen in the night when a storm flickers blue-white: the bear, crashing through the roof in a shower of snow and timbers, roaring and snake-necked, a great mountain of white …

‘My … father?’

The voice didn’t even sound like mine, but the kind-eyed stranger called Illugi nodded and smiled. Behind him, men moved like shadows, their voices ebbing and flowing in a tide of sound.

My father. So he had come for me after all. The thought of that stayed with me as Illugi’s face faded to a pale orb; the others, too, dwindled like trailing bubbles as I slid away, down into the dark water of sleep.

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