“There is no compromise, no peace. There are no treaties with zombies.”
The wars have been hard on Lord Hewelin. Before the necromancers, there were the barbarian invaders. Before the barbarians, there were the border wars. Before that, there were the creatures from the north. The creatures are gone now. The border countries are all allies. The barbarians are citizens. Lord Hewelin has never lost a war, and yet he’s found the wars lost for him by his superiors, ground he’s won given away, soldiers he’s saved sent off to spend their lives elsewhere. He is determined that this war will be his last – and that this war, he will win.