The Dark Trinity Chronicles: The Rise Of The Blood Moon

Camelot has stood a long time against the dark. It has never faced a dark like this one.

King Arthur rides west to claim a blade older than his kingdom — and leaves behind a throne his enemies have waited a generation to reach.

The power in the north does not march. It does not threaten. It offers.

To a queen who has stopped praying for a child, it offers a child. To the king's own cousin, the quiet certainty that he was always the better man. To a wolf-king grieving in the western forests, an even reckoning with the thing that took his mother.

None of them is being conquered. Every one of them is being cultivated.

As a blood moon climbs towards the eastern range, three bloodlines bend towards a single design no one has yet been allowed to see whole — and the oldest war of all, control against trust, comes to Camelot wearing the face of a gift.

The complete first book of The Dark Trinity Chronicles: an Arthurian dark fantasy of vampires, shapechangers, and prophecy — where the most dangerous enemy never lifts a sword, and the cruelest temptations are the ones you'd swear you chose yourself.

The siege is only the part you're meant to see.