A series by Raymond Stone
The Wardstane Chronicles
A five-book epic fantasy hidden inside the real history of the Scottish Wars of Independence: every recorded event happens exactly as the chronicles say it did, and everything they could not see, the dead who will not rest, the order sworn to keep them, and the boy who can hear them, is where the real story runs. From a beggar boy in Ettrick Forest in 1296 to the field at Bannockburn.
Reading order
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The Gangrel Boy
History stays exactly as the chronicles wrote it. This is the rest.
Scotland, 1296. Edward I sacks Berwick and carts the Stone of Destiny south to Westminster, and the chronicles record the theft of a coronation seat. The chronicles are wrong about what was stolen. The Stone was the wardstane...
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The Harrowed Field
History stays exactly as the chronicles wrote it. This is the night after.
Scotland, 1298. Stirling taught the enemy under the western howe that the boy cannot be taken and the method cannot be bought, so it changes its axioms. It stops delegating. Its own hand enters the war now, patient and...
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The Elfin Mile
History stays exactly as the chronicles wrote it. This is the road out of it.
Falkirk left the crownless king denied his crown but holding an army: a whole host of the taken dead, drilling on the western moors, more than the order can ever hope to meet in the world it knows. So when the Queen of Elfland...
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The Mirk Years
History stays exactly as the chronicles wrote it. This is the night-shift through the blackest of it.
The Elfin road is shut and the enemy's army penned, and none of it saves the realm from the mirk. Wallace is taken, and hanged, and quartered, and his body sent to four towns to teach a country despair, and the despair grows...
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The Last Hosting
Bannockburn, and the older reckoning settled on the same ground, that the chronicles never saw.
Seven years the realm climbs out of the mirk: Robert Bruce subduing his enemies, taking castle after castle by stealth, until only Stirling holds and a pact forces the whole matter to a field by the Bannock burn at midsummer...