The Book of Caradoc Britain is the one we know but with patchy technology and no central government, made up mostly of small communes and a few larger Authorities, many of them feuding, while still threatened by marauding gangs called Metros out of the wreckage of old cities.
Into this world Caradoc, a young and bereaved commune-dweller, is driven by curiosity to explore. By chance and talent he becomes Britain’s Dux Bellorum, or war leader, but finally disappears overseas. Like King Arthur, he may one day return.
About the time I was preparing abridged translations for my WexYork Compact Classics series, TV and movie screens were suffused with a hectic flush of epics set in a never-never age featuring barbarians wielding swords like brass bedsteads while Roman legionaries peered along theirs over the tops of shields like dwarfs playing snooker. I decided then that I wanted to write a modern but believable prose epic set in a Britain part-dismantled by some catastrophe referred to simply as “the withering.” This is it.