Launch Party: The Vagabond King by Jodie Bond

In a land where immortality can be bought, cruelty thrives…

Exiled and alone, Threon is torn from a life in the palace to scrape a living on the streets of a foreign land. Once a prince whose every whim was obliged, now this vagabond must adapt to survive.

Throwing his lot in with a witch, a rebel soldier and a woman touched by a god, he seeks retribution for the wrongs committed against his family. Slavery and famine are rampant, and the struggle to avenge his kin soon becomes a battle to restore justice across the Empire. Together Threon and his new companions must rekindle old allegiances, face an immortal army and learn to trust one another.

But when the gods begin to interfere with their plans, is it a curse or a blessing?


A dear friend of mine is having a launch party for her debut fantasy novel, The Vagabond King, in Cardiff tomorrow. It’s bound to be a good time, so you should absolutely come along. Entry is free, there will be an interview session and a few readings. There’s details here. For those of you in north or mid Wales, Jodie is also having a launch party near Machynlleth on the 24th of October. Details here.

Jodie is a wonderful writer, but you don’t have to take my word for it.

Fantasy author, David Towsey, said of The Vagabond King: ‘A classic fantasy adventure of heroes, villains, clashing empires and meddlesome gods. This is a story that grips from the outset and doesn’t let the reader go.’

Best-selling author Rebecca F John said: ‘Bond has achieved that most difficult balance – of presenting her readers with a rousing epic and a cast of characters who we see, know, and care about from the first page.’

Nerd Daily reviewed the book, praising its world building and its characters. They also interviewed Jodie – they covered interests, the characters, and – vital information – her most wished for superpower.

If you’re a fantasy fan living in south Wales, I hope to see you there tomorrow!

The Thunder Storm

There was a storm forecast for just after midnight, so I went to close the windows in my living room.

In the dark I could see the storm coming. The clouds were lit up from inside, silently flashing in the dark, humid night, marbled deep blue and purple and grey. The water of the wharf outside was flat as glass, with the occasional pin prick of rain. Save for the rolling clouds driving up from the south west and the ominous silent flashes of lightning hidden in the clouds, the night was utterly still.

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