As soon as I completed this, though, I found myself embarking on yet another yarn of this trio, possibly titled The Sorcerer's Casket.
The list of Horbeck & Co stories so far are:
The Unhappy Inquisitor
The Demon from Another World (Anthology of the Damned: Necromoirrium)
Lies and Treachery
The Mummified Demi-God
Dead Thieves in the NightOne week after I finished my last sword and sorcery story involving Horbeck and his mercenary comrades, Brud and Asnar, I have now completed another involving their misadventures: The Mummified Demi-God.
This makes four stories in which Horbeck appears: The Unhappy Inquisitor, The Demon from Another World, Lies and Treachery, and now The Mummified Demi-God. Of these only The Demon from Another World is scheduled to be published at the moment. It will appear later this month in Anthology of the Damned, Necromoirrium from Treeshaker Books.
From its opening paragraphs:
The three mercenaries rode leisurely down the winding, hard-packed road, their camels and packhorses burdened with sacks of gold, payment from a particularly rewarding job. Despite their nonchalant appearance, though, all three kept their eyes alert on the surrounding woodlands, bushes and small hillocks, wary of bandits.
Their erstwhile leader, Horbeck, was a huge northerner with a sun-bleached beard and long, dust-filled hair, his rugged chainmail only partially covered by what remained of his leather jerkin, scored so often it was all but rags. His fellow northerner, Brud, was slightly shorter but no less robust in appearance, a well-used battleaxe hanging from the saddle of his camel from which, in the north, he would have hung the heads of his enemies, a habit he had been persuaded to forgo in the civilised south. The only non-northerner in this trio was Asnar, a black-bearded Josanian archer. Like his comrades, his clothes had seen better days. His lacquered leather breastplate had all but lost whatever colouring was scrolled across it when he first set out as a mercenary years ago. Over one shoulder hung an unstrung bow of surpassing power and accuracy, though he also had a scimitar sheathed across his back in a gaudy scabbard. All normally wore steel helmets, plain, serviceable and much dented; these now hung from straps beside them as the sun beat down on their heads. Two wore straw hats to keep it off. Asnar preferred a felt cap.
In the distance they glimpsed the gleaming towers of a large city, though none of them knew its name, having lost track of where they were many months ago when they were pursued across the Great Desert by their enemies.
