Published May 2012
They were riding into blackness, smoke from the front battery swirling and blinding them. Even the muzzles of the facing guns were visible only in streaks of flame as one by one they bellowed into hellish life. No more volleys now, the shots were banging in succession, but the black spray that flew out of them was canister, a thousand fragments of shot scything through their close-packed ranks. Screams lost meaning, mere high notes in the boom and roar, all that was real were the veins in Ryder’s left hand, the hilt in his right, and the flanks of the horse between his thighs. The air was full of iron.
1854 – The Allied armies prepare to besiege the Russian stronghold in the Crimea.
Harry Ryder is a maverick hero. Resentful of the army that destroyed his father and his own career, he has no time for incompetent commanders. He clashes with his superiors as fiercely as he fights the Russians.
Four men, one woman and a game of cards will change everything and alter the course of a war.
Something evil has crept into the ranks of the British Army’s own officers, an unknown enemy who plans to lure men to ruin on the battlefields. The only path to victory lies in uncovering the truth, but to find it and confront his own destiny Ryder must charge with the Light Brigade into the Valley of Death itself…