Fool's Gossamer

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A sixteen-year-old, a race of angry Norse gods, and a volley of monsters all racing to reconstruct Excalibur: does it even matter who the victor is when the result is invariably Ragnarok?



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These are the things that he thinks he knows:



- His name is Owen Grace



- He's 16 years old



- He's an average British teenager, neither overtly failing nor succeeding in life







These are the things he doesn't know:



- None of this is true



It all happened in the blink of an eye. Owen heard 'him' when no one else could. And 'he' held Owen's entire life hostage - or, at least, the memories he didn't know were missing. The only way to retrieve them was by aiding an ancient and clandestine order known simply as ‘The Riders’ in the collection and reconstruction of the shattered, legendary sword, Excalibur. As if that weren't outlandish enough, the voice only continued with his inexplicable assertions; not only does it claim that The Order of the Riders was created by the gods, but the young amnesiac also possesses a strong blood-link to their enemy, the giants, and the only way to understand why, is by betraying the only family he seems to have left.



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