The Merry Band is Here!

Announcing the arrival of the sequel to my debut fantasy satire novel The Disposable – The Merry Band!

The Taskmaster Strikes Back!

Fodder successfully rebelled against The Narrative once, but now everything’s going completely and horribly wrong.

It soon becomes apparent that his own companions are even more unstable than he realized, between Flirt’s suicidal rashness, Shoulders’ increasing desperation to keep his head attached to his body, Princess Pleasance’s unwillingness to speak, and Prince Dullard’s inability to shut up.

Unfortunately, Fodder has bigger problems, because the Taskmaster is finally getting serious. That means it’s not just the Heroes hunting Fodder anymore; there’s an entire pantheon of gods after him.

It’s too late to turn back, and Fodder wouldn’t even if he could. He’s determined to unveil the secret of the Quickening, even if it means saving the world while he's at it.

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Merry-Band-Katherine-Vick/dp/1951471083

US: https://www.amazon.com/Merry-Band-Katherine-Vick/dp/1951471083

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And for those of you who’d like to start at the beginning, The Disposable can be found here:

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disposable-1-Plot-Bandits/dp/1951471024

USA: https://www.amazon.com/Disposable-1-Plot-Bandits/dp/1951471024

The Narrative Must Be Obeyed

Everyone in the Taskmaster’s Realm knows how the story goes: the boy of destiny goes on a quest, defeats the dark lord, and gets the swooning princess. It’s a great story, if you happen to be a knight or a wizard or a hero. But it’s pretty odious if you’re Ordinary: a barmaid who has to inflate her bosom and have her backside pinched, a homely prince who can’t buckle his swash because his face doesn’t fit, or a soldier who gets killed over and over and over again just to progress the plot.

Fodder of Humble Village is one of those soldiers, and, frankly, he’s sick and tired of getting speared, decapitated, and disembowelled twice a day so the good guys can look glorious. In fact, he’s not going to take it anymore.

No matter what The Narrative tries to make him do.

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