Kevin M Denton
Welcome to the website of the fantasy author, Kevin Denton. It is hoped that this site will tell you a little bit about him and the books he has written thus far.
Books
The Dancing Warriors trilogy is due for publication in the spring of 2021
Part 1, Awakening, was published on 8th April.
Part 2, Discovery, will be published on 27th May.
Part 3, Unleashed, will be published in June.
Dancing Warriors - Awakening
After twelve hundred years gathering dust, the only unfulfilled prophecy of Amatt the Blind, Alondria’s most celebrated seer, has returned.
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Not that ancient predictions mean much to Torrin-Ashur. Commanding the Pressed, a motley collection of slaves, debtors and petty criminals, his military career has had an inauspicious start. The prejudice of peers keeps him busy.
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Jorra-hin, by contrast, revels in all things ancient. Uniquely gifted in the magical language of A’lyavine, he is a brother of the Adak-rann, a scholastic order dedicated to the preservation of history.
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These two young Alondrians are about to find themselves playing pivotal roles in the fulfilment of Amatt’s final prophecy.
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For Baroness Alishe Daka of the Tsnatharré Empire has her eye on their homeland. She sees the Northern Territories and what lies hidden beneath its mountains as the path to her destiny.
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Ruthlessness unchecked, ambition without bounds, she is prepared to start a war to achieve her goal.
Dancing Warriors - Discovery
Baroness Daka has a plan. But Alondrian and Tsnathsarré alike are struggling to discern her true intent.
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At the Cymàtagé, Jorra-hin has two investigations on his hands; the strange disturbance that drew him down from Jàb-áldis, and the mystery of Daka’s interest in the Menhir of Ranadar. Avoiding the eye of the Dinac-Mentà is about to become much harder as he discovers secrets long since buried.
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Meanwhile, as Torrin-Ashur struggles to understand his newfound fighting prowess, neither Kirshtahll’s sponsorship nor Princess Elona’s friendship can stop his no-nonsense northern attitudes from clashing with the authorities.
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Yet whatever Alondris can throw at them will soon be the least of their worries. Daka's preparations are nearly complete. Poised to invade, she threatens devastation the likes of which Alondria has never known.
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If there be any truth to Amatt the Blind's final prophecy, the immutable hand of fate will land heavily on those destined to bring about its fulfilment.
Dancing Warriors - Unleashed
Daka’s iron fist has delivered a crushing blow.
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Facing annihilation at every turn, Torrin-Ashur's only option now is to stay one step ahead of the Tsnath until Kirshtahll can return to the Territories.
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Rescued from the Dinac-Mentà's clutches by Elona, Jorra-hin and his friends from the Cymàtagé carry an urgent warning for the brothers at Jàb-áldis. Armed with little but the knowledge of what truly lies beneath the Mathians, theirs is a desperate race to thwart the baroness before she becomes unstoppable.
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Massively outnumbered by Tsnath forces, with inhospitable terrain and the depths of a Mathian winter arrayed against them, it seems even the gods might struggle to avert the destruction Daka intends for the few brave Alondrians still left in her path.
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Yet Those of Grace have heard again.
The fulfilment of Amatt's prophecy finally draws near.
For amid all the chaos there is one thing now certain,
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’ ' the Unwilled One comes.'
About the Author
Born to an army chaplain, Kevin spent much of his early years hopping from continent to continent as his father was posted around the world. Though educated in England from the age of seven, eventually attending public school at Oundle, he spent the holidays wherever his parents had landed, Cyprus and Hong Kong being amongst the more exotic of those destinations.
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Being brought up in the days before the advent of the internet, as well as having to up sticks to a new country every couple of years, helped produce in him an independent and creative spirit. He describes himself more a human doing than a human being, someone always involved in projects of various sorts. One of his passions is model engineering. A small steam engine has been under construction since about 2001, though expectations of this endeavour ever reaching a state of self-locomotion are low, such are the demands on his time these days. After all, books don't write themselves.
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He is a slow but nonetheless keen cyclist, loving nothing more than to plod along off-road tracks in the middle of the Scottish Highlands, carrying far too much camping kit. And when not doing that, he has his hands full stopping a five hundred year old thatched cottage in a small Huntingdonshire village from sinking towards Australia. As if that wasn't enough, the modern equivalent of 450 horses galloping past his front door, often in excess of the speed limit, means that bits fall off his Tudor walls on an all too frequent basis.
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After a few false starts in his career, one being in the army and the other heading towards the ordained ministry, he eventually settled into a role in IT. But he soon discovered that computer programs require a different kind of mind-bending inventiveness to the way his creative juices wanted to flow, and he needed an alternative outlet. This led him to venture into the realms of fantasy, where his imagination has the freedom to frolic unfettered. Thus Alondria and her people were born.
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The Dancing Warriors trilogy is his first foray into writing novels. Not having a degree in English literature, nor having worked as a journalist for twenty years, nor even having served time in the publishing industry – as so many authors seem to be able to claim – he had no inkling of just how much of his life would disappear behind a keyboard. Had he known at the start that this endeavour would eventually produce such a weighty tome, he might not have progressed much beyond page one. ​But he's glad he persevered – producing the books was a lot of fun, albeit infinitely harder than he'd ever expected. He'd be the first to admit, however, that a third of a million words for a debut novel was probably ill-advised. Looking back on that, he generally slaps palm to forehead and shouts,
"Idiot!".