The Warlord's Road
A world told in the grimdark voice
The empire has swallowed every kingdom but the steppe. The clans are scattered, quarrelling and too proud to kneel to anyone. Unite them under your banner before the legions arrive in spring, or watch your people disappear.
Your clan's tents stand on a ridge over the river. On the far bank, the campfires of the imperial legion stretch past the horizon, thousands of them, steady as stars.
Borte reins in beside you, bow across her saddle. "Seven clans," she says. "Four of them hate us. Two hate each other. One hasn't decided." She looks at the fires. "Spring is ninety days away. Where do we ride first?"
For Android, rated Mature 17+
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