Trevor Hoyle

The Tribe from NowhereOur Tribe had been nomadic dwellers of the desert for as long as anyone, even the elders, could remember. It was on the day of my fourteenth birthday that I asked my father, Nethan, to relate once again the story of all the generations who had wandered the desert plains: the...

Ajánlom ezt a könyvet azoknak, akik még mindíg rajongnak a rég letünt lovagkorért, amikor szebb volt az élet, nagyobb a szerelem és egy szál kardon fordult meg emberek és országok sorsa.

The Red OceanThe vessel cleaved through the red ocean, the purple foam churning and frothing in its wake. It was a three-masted barque, square-rigged on the fore- and main-mast, schooner-rigged on the mizzen, with yellow vinyl sails, its prow a whorled piece of timber painted white in the shape of...