By Glen Cook
Earlier than there has been Black corporation, there has been the Dread Empire, an omnibus assortment the 1st 3 Dread Empire novels: A Shadow of All Night's Falling, October's child and All Darkness Met.
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At their head rode Turran, Lord of Ravenkrak. Behind him, eldest, cruel-faced and graying, Ridyeh came, then Valther, the youngest brother, who was quite handsome. Next came stolid, quiet Brock and his twin, Luxos. Luxos was tall and lean as a whippet; Brock was short and heavily muscled. Jerrad came last. His sole interest in life was the hunt, be it for a mountain bear or a dangerous man. Six strange men then. The seventh was their sister, Nepanthe, the last-born. Her hair was black and long, a family trait.
The seventh was their sister, Nepanthe, the last-born. Her hair was black and long, a family trait. She rode proudly, as befit her station, but hers was not a conquering, militant bearing. She rode not as the virgin mistress of Ravenkrak, but as a sad and lonely woman. She was uncommonly beautiful in her waning twenties, yet her heart was as cold as her mountain home. But her aloofness, here, was caused by opposition to her brothers' plans. She was weary of their plots and maneuvers. A week earlier, braving eternal damnation, she had summoned the Werewind to seal the passes through which they now rode, in order to keep her brothers home.
The other followed quickly. Valther and Ridyeh bound them, dumped them in the guardhouse. Ridyeh sighed. "When I saw that pike coming down . " He shrugged. "The gate," Valther grumbled, embarrassed. Grunting, they heaved the bar aside, pushed the gate open. Ridyeh brought a torch from the gatehouse, carried it outside, wigwagged it above his head. Soon there came sounds of stealthily moving men. A giant of a man with a red beard emerged from the darkness, followed by sixty soldiers in the livery of Ravenkrak.
A Cruel Wind: A Chronicle of the Dread Empire by Glen Cook