Présentation du roman The Great Betrayal de Nick Kyme, collection Time of Legends, à paraîte en août 2012.

==> THE GREAT BETRAYAL de Nick Kyme. Pas de présentation texte pour le moment.

Il s'agira d'un roman Warhammer Battle qui narrera un conflit entre les nains et les elfes. Il s'inscrit dans la collection Time of Legends.

Et voici la cover du roman à venir :



D'après l'auteur lui même :

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Yep, you guessed it (which, let’s face it, wasn’t that hard was it…), it’s Time of Legends The Great Betrayal. It’s book one in a six part series about the War of Vengeance (that’s when the elves and dwarfs knockedf seven shades of shinola out of each other to dominate the Old World, the fools…) that I am writing with fellow author and all round good egg, Chris Wraight. I have been writing the synopsis for what seems like eons. There is so much to consider, though. I should be writing it now but I needed to blog, damn it! Phew! That’s better. Can’t beat a bit of a vent now and then. So, yeah, I’ve been working on the synopsis, trying to set up plenty of story to come in the next books, while being faithful to the established canon as written in the various Dwarf and High Elf Army Books down the years (oh, and Grudgelore that modest background book as penned by yours truly and Mr Gav Thorpe). Not an easy task I tells ya. Nope. Nope. Anyway, having wrestled with the timeline, figuring out what I’m doing in the rather large twenty-odd year gap, I think I have it licked. But it has taken ages. This book, thus far has been a beast and I’m not even writing it.

Et voici un extrait du roman, posté hier par Nick Kyme sur son blog.

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Cacophonous thunder rolled across the slopes of Karag Vlak. Earth trembled for miles. Fire wreathed the darkling sky. It warred with the furnace at the mountain peak, glowing hot and angry through swathes of pyroclastic cloud. Shadows lurked within it, drifting against the wind on thin, membranous wings… Thurgin Ironhand eyed the enemy racing at his throng across the hellish plain and scowled. ‘They are swift,’ he said, feeling the tremor of their hoof beats through his iron wrought armour. Runes of warding fashioned into its breastplate began to ignite in a chain of forge-bright flares that painted the metal like parchment. Never before had the dwarfs waged war against such a foe. All of the urk and grobi festering beneath the Worlds Edge could not come close in number to the glistening horde riding down upon them now. Two hundred feet away from bloodying his axe and Thurgin gave an order, growled through the mouthpiece of his war helm and carried to every warrior of his throng through its runecraft. ‘Lock shields!’ Across the slopes of Karak Vlak, ten thousand dwarfs obeyed. That was but the first rank. Deep into the valley, standing upon the Fist of Agrin, Thrugin knew the High King fought alone. It was said of him that he could break the stars. To witness that rune blade he bore, gripped two handed and splitting heads as effortlessly as barrels, Thurgin could believe it. The enemy closed, coming fast and hard on hooves of silver flame. Thurgin, thane-king, felt the solidity of his clan brothers at either shoulder and smiled. This would be a good day for the dwarfs. Vengeance would be won. He bellowed, his voice louder than a hundred war horns, ‘Khazuk!’ The throng answered, its many ranks adding to the fury of their reply, ‘KHAZUK!’ Axes and hammers began to beat shields, rising in tempo as the riders closed. ‘Khazuk!’ Thurgin slid the ornate faceplate over his eyes and nose until it clanked and the world became a slit of honed anger. His brothers’ chorus resonated through his helm, chiming with the clash of arms. ‘KHAZUK!’ It meant death. Death to the enemies of the dwarfs. Glarondril the Silven spurred his riders to greater effort. The enemy was close, a thick wedge of mailed warriors clutching blades add shields. Twenty thousand noble lords at his command, armour glittering with the falling sun, lowered their lances. They had ridden hard and far to reach this hellish plain. Glarondril would not be found wanting on the slopes of the mountain. He would see it through to the end, even if that meant his death. Whispering words of command to his mount, he drew the riders into a spear tip of glittering silver. ‘In the name of the Phoenix King,’ he roared, unable to keep his battle lust sheathed any longer. A sword of blue flame slid soundlessly from his scabbard. ‘For the glory of Ulthuan!’ So close… Glarondril saw their hooded eyes, shimmering like moist gemstones, and smelled the reek of their foul breath, all metal and earth. ‘None shall live!’ The blue fire sword was held aloft as a thicket of lance heads drew down upon the enemy.

Source Nick Kyme blog

Cela va être encore un trés bon roman et ce coup ce sont les Haut-Elfes et les Nains regroupés pour un grand confilit entre les deux races.

C'est clair, mais une petite précision s'il vous plait : est-ce que la Saga Time Of Legend se suit? Ou c'est du même style que les Batailles de l'Astartes?

Pas de chronologie, les romans Time of Legends sont centrés sur les grands personnages et événements historiques de l'univers Warhammer.
Chez Black Library ils les sortent un peu au hasard.

T'es certains? Ca serait top et dans ce cas je vais peut être m'en prendre un....
Mais regarde le lien ils disant, début de la trilogie...

http://www.blacklibrary.com/France/time-of-legends

Aha il est balaise le nabot, sale effet d'optique.

En tout cas ça peut être sympa, si en plus ils s'essuient les pieds sur les elfes c'est du tout bon.