The Vagrant by Peter Newman

The Vagrant is his name. He has no other.

Years have passed since humanity’s destruction emerged from the Breach.

Friendless and alone he walks across a desolate, war-torn landscape.

As each day passes the world tumbles further into depravity, bent and twisted by the new order, corrupted by the Usurper, the enemy, and his infernal horde.

His purpose is to reach the Shining City, last bastion of the human race, and deliver the only weapon that may make a difference in the ongoing war.

What little hope remains is dying. Abandoned by its leader, The Seven, and its heroes, The Seraph Knights, the last defences of a once great civilisation are crumbling into dust.

But the Shining City is far away and the world is a very dangerous place.

MY REVIEW: 4.5 Stars ⭐️ 

Read with my peeps at: The MacHalo Asylum for Mischief and Mayhem 😉

Right out of the gates in Chapter One!! I’m not saying what he has under his coat!!

It watches him with mismatched eyes. One canine, black in the poor light, unreadable, but the other a human one: it flickers in recognition. Somewhere outside the city a Handler watches, viewing the wanderer through their swapped orbs.

A bad ass mute, a baby and a goat walk into a bar. I know! That was corny but I had to!!

I loved the hell outta this book!! When I first started it I wasn’t too sure, but I was very intrigued. And so with that continuation, I found some beloved characters (Vagrant, Vesper, Harm, The Hammer and goat) and a great story. Of course, some of my characters die!!

I loved them all as I’ve said, but the goat and The Hammer (big ole female giant person thing) had a real special place in my heart.

Also, the humor in the book is awesome too.

I’m looking forward to the next books in the series. I’m going to leave this with some excerpts 😉

It is a short and brutal journey. The two men manage to climb with grunting ease, passing between them the baby, who contemplates sky and suns and other unknowable things.

They pull up the goat with a rope. She sways slowly, comments rarely, dark eyes seething, planning revenge.

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From the tower, the Hammer emerges into the red and gold dawn. She is wearing her armour again. She has changed it, fixing the plates to each other rather than her flesh. At her side trots the goat, a bunch of yellow stalks spiking from each side of her mouth, whisker like.

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'And what about this other feller, the quiet one?'
'Best not to ask.'
'Well if you ain’t the weirdest bunch I ever saw, then call me scav bait! Your friend is welcome to his mystery but I got to call him something, so if you won’t give me a name, I’ll give him one. What’s it to be, Harm?'
'You go ahead.'
Deke settles into the cockpit, chattering while the others clamber onto the wings.
'I think I’m gonna go with Scout. After m'dog.'
The Vagrant shakes his head as laughter bursts from Harm. Vesper soon follows his lead. Even the goat enjoys a quiet snigger.
'Your...Dog?'

**

By the time the goat catches up, a space yawns between First Circle and escape. The goat’s eyes narrow. She doesn’t slow down, glare fixed on her target. Hooves kick on pasteel, then air, as she sails over water, a meteor, malevolent.

Vesper points, delighted. 'G—-'

Her shadow falls across the Vagrant who turns, too slow to escape fate.

'—oat!'

Happy Reading! 😉

Mel 🖤🐶🐺🐾