Bestselling author Bernard Cornwell takes us back four thousand years, to a vibrant world of ritual and sacrifice that is at once timeless and wholly original. This historical novel unlocks the mystery of Britain's most haunting and puzzling structure,
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1 . One of his best!
Posted October 30, 2010 by Canon , Lake Mills, IaFive stars says it all. Mr. Cornwell always writes an excellent book. I wonder how much research he has to put into one of his books.
I felt I was there for the construction of Stonehenge and the battles. He pulls you into the pages of the books, as a great author should.
2 . Bronze Age British history come to life!
Posted December 27, 2009 by Eric Profit , Spokane, WAI found Cornwell's novel Stonehenge to be entertaining and educational all in one. I enjoy historical fiction novels, such as this and have read a good number of Cornwell's other novels and they never dissapointed either. I think that Ken Follett is his only rival in this area w/ his contribution of The Pillars of the Earth and it's subsequent sequel. Cornwell seems to have a knack for writing about what men want to read - glory, pride, war, & women. And he does so with flair. It is obvious that there is considerable research put into his novels and it gives them credibility. I just wish he'd hurry up and finish the next book in his Viking series! Give us more, Mr. Cornwell, nobody does it better!
October 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Stonehenge by Bernard Cornwell
The gods talk by signs. It may be a leaf falling in summer, the cry of a dying beast or the ripple of wind on calm water. It might be smoke lying close to the ground, a rift in the clouds or the Right of a bird.
But on that day the gods sent a storm. It was a great storm, a storm that would be remembered, though folk did not name the year by that storm. Instead they called it the Year the Stranger Came.
For a stranger came to Ratharryn on the day of the storm. It was a summer's day, the same day that Saban was almost murdered by his half-brother.
The gods were not talking that day. They were screarming.
Saban, like all children, went naked in summer. He was six years younger than his half-brother, Lengar, and, because he had not yet passed the trials of manhood, he bore no tribal scars or killing marks. But his time of trial was only a year away, and their father had instructed Lengar to take Saban into the forest and teach him where the stags could be found, where the wild boars lurked and where the wolves had their dens. Lengar had resented the duty and so, instead of teaching his brother, he dragged Saban through thickets of thorn so that the boy's sun-darkened skin was bleeding. "You'll never become a man,"Lengar jeered.