The Slayer Trilogy : The Complete 3-Book Epic Fantasy Boxed Set

The Slayer Trilogy #1–3 omnibus

by J.W. Webb, Roger Garland (Illustrator), John Jarrold (Editor)

He grubbed an existence in the dumps outside the city. She was born to wealth and lost it all. Both share one thing in common. They’re good at killing.

Slayer versus Dreamslayer. Meet Arraleen and Gujun, two killers on a collision. He’s on the run from his gang, while she’s feeding her panthers and sharpening her blades. It’s only a matter of time before our boy and girl come to blows.
Gujun’s upset some important people and everyone’s after his head. It’s fine, he’s got a plan. But he hasn’t met Arraleen Caze. Our panther girl’s holding a grudge and filing her knives with enemies at every corner. Is one of them Gujun? Time will tell.

A cat-and-mouse dance of death sets our two killers against each other and everyone else in this fast-paced chase across the desolate realms. But who’s the real villain? There’s no one to trust in a world beset by war and intrigue. Even the gods are playing a complex and devious game. It begs the question. When’s the next knife coming in the dark?

The Slayer Trilogy includes the Dreamslayers, Dealers in Death, and Midnight Slayer. The events occur a few months after the barnstorming conclusion of the Berserker Trilogy. The Slayer books feature a host of new characters, because most of the old ones perished in the last novel. They shed light (and dark) on the complex nature of good versus evil, love and vengeance. Destiny, honor and treachery.
If you like tense gritty high-octane webs of swordplay and sorcery. You’ll love J.W. Webb’s latest trilogy of death, destruction and mayhem.

Buy The Slayer Trilogy and follow the dance of cold bloody steel today!

Genres: Ebooks

770 pages, Kindle Edition

Published December 21, 2023

About the author

Lost In The Woods
I was born near Doncaster England in the early sixties but later moved south to Sussex, where I lived for many years. One of my (several schools) was at Battle, a small town named after that historic conflict in 1066. You know the one, it culminated with poor Harold getting that arrow in his eye and those rude Normans invading our green and pleasant land. Growing up so close to that scene of ancient carnage awarded me a fascination for all things Dark Age. I'd fallen victim to a weird and random imagination, resulting in a love of epic stories and epic story telling. This affliction prompted me to delve deep into the worlds of Tolkien, Peake, Eddison and Moorcock. Also about this time I commenced drawing imaginary maps and inventing stories about wonderfully nasty folk, doing wonderfully nasty things, whilst pent up in gloomy unpleasant places.

Then at 18 years daft, I found myself thrust deep into the Queen's Household Cavalry. How I arrived there I cannot quite recall. The result was a sharp dose of reality. But not a cure – the affliction ran deep. I left the regiment, and for a time wandered hazy through life hitting nails with hammers, sailing brigantines through southern waters, drinking venomous concoctions with venomous companions, and yes, reading lots more ghastly fantasy books. At 27 years I became to a degree sensible. I married my beloved Rae, a watercolour artist and passionate Celt, and got a sensible career hauling trucks around the British countryside. The trouble with hauling trucks around the British countryside is that it lets the mind ramble willy nilly, when not being tortured by local radio. The result of that rambling was more stories flittering around inside this errant trucker's dizzy head.

Then, during one dark winter night back in 1993, whilst parked forlorn outside a dreary inn, something profound happened. I stumbled into Corin an Fol: a moody, rather difficult individual, mooching about in a deep tangled wood (my imagination). That wood grew into a world (not as hard as it sounds when you write fantasy stuff). The world became Ansu, home to all manner of mismatched mortals and grumpy gods. Late 2001 a plot appeared through the murky trees. It found Corin lost and wandering and introduced him to some other unruly types, resulting in The Shattered Crown. This epic debut was scrawled out with biro ink on paper and still lurks somewhere close. I'm too scared to read it. But The Shattered Crown couldn't contain its characters. These were (and still are) a very rough lot. They demanded a sequel. Instead (just to show who the boss was,) I focussed on a prequel, Fall of Gol being the result. But still the characters would not leave me alone. And so started The Legends of Ansu a forthcoming series of otherworldly tales, mostly involving Corin and his friends.

In late 2012 Rae lost her battle with cancer. I had always promised her a Cornish ghost story based on one of her evocative paintings. And so was born a novella called The Haven. A spooky yarn blending mystery and suspense with past and present. I hope that she likes it. We both loved Cornwall where we lived for many years. During our time there I met with Roger Garland the Tolkien Illustrator, who kindly consented to creating some fabulous images and illustrations for my work. And also designing this superb website! During 2013 I left the world of big wheels behind and focussed instead on writing full time. I moved to Georgia, married my gorgeous former shipmate Joanne, who I've known for 30 years. Since then I have rewritten Fall of Gol shortening it's title to Gol and finally (with substantial assistance from my erudite and excellent editor, Catherine Romano) re-shaped The Shattered Crown into a rivetingly nasty read. Now after twenty-one years in the woods, I am more than ready to unleash these first two offerings in the Ansu series along with The Haven. The third legend: The Lost Prince will be available later

Reviews

[Shivani McFarland · Rating 5 out of 5]

The fantasy series continues from the world of Ansu, the complete 'Slayer Trilogy' by JW Webb is filled with assassins, war, betrayal, tragedy and magic that left me wanting for more.

[Kathleen Edwards]

I couldn't get into it at this time. I will come back To it in a while and retry.