Page Nav




Classic Header


Header Ad

Breaking News


The Immortals' Requiem by Vincent Bobbe Book Tour | Silver Dagger Tours Presents Epic Grimdark Fantasy

The Immortals' Requiem by Vincent Bobbe is on virtual book tour. The epic grimdark fantasy stops at the blog with an excerpt.  Be sur...

The Immortals' Requiem by Vincent Bobbe is on virtual book tour. The epic grimdark fantasy stops at the blog with an excerpt. 

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a signed copy of the book dedicated to the winner or a $25 Amazon GC (1 winner each) and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

Immortals' Requiem
by Vincent Bobbe
Genre: Epic Grimdark Fantasy

There are beings that live a shadow's breadth from our reality...

They are the dreams and nightmares of humanity, the ancient seeds of fairy-tale and superstition. These are the Immortals, creatures of magic that should live forever... and they are fading.
When a horror two thousand years dead returns to contemporary England, creatures long thought lost to myth and legend collide in a scramble for survival that could tumble civilisation back into the dark ages of blood and death.
Immortals’ Requiem is a Tolkienesque grimdark fantasy based in both a modern day city and vast supernatural worlds. If you like the idea of a drunken elf with a shotgun, an ancient warrior with a chainsaw and a whole host of violent supernatural beings you’ll love this gritty Amazon Number 1 Bestseller.

Buy Immortals' Requiem to lose yourself in this epic award winning dark fantasy adventure today!

Or, Get the Book FREE HERE!

Vincent Bobbe is nearly forty years old. When he was about ten, he tripped on an Edgar Rice Burroughs novel and fell into his own brain. He's not quite managed to climb out yet, because the things that found him in there keep clawing him back in. 

He's happily married with two young children and lives in Manchester, England. His wife is horrifically allergic to pretty much everything, so he doesn't have any pets. This suits him.

Follow the tour HERE for exclusive content and a giveaway!

Something round and hard smashed against the wall near Cam and rolled up the aisle to rest between his legs. It was a head. A human head. It looked very surprised. Not as surprised as Cam. He shouted in shock and scrambled to his feet, grasping the shotgun automatically. The Glamour fell away just as the pretty police officer and three other shoppers came running towards him.
Cam could imagine what they were seeing and was about to slam another Glamour into them when something large and pink crashed around the corner. It slipped on the polished floor, knocking a display of crisps everywhere. Tentacles looped up as the Barghest shrieked in rage, its wide worm’s mouth opening to reveal massive fangs.
‘Get behind me,’ Cam shouted, pumping a round into the breach. The four humans quickly obeyed, deciding to ignore the fact that he was armed, surrounded by empty wine bottles, and – to them at least – had just materialised out of thin air. Cam emptied all eight rounds into the creature, knocking it from its feet and sending bits of tentacle flying everywhere. ‘Is there another way out?’ he called over his shoulder.
‘This way,’ the police officer replied. ‘I think there’s a loading bay or something.’ The Barghest was forming into its more canine shape, tentacles writhing around each other to give it legs. Slowly, it pulled itself upright.
‘Run,’ Cam shouted.
It was a haphazard scamper down the aisle and into the storerooms. Cam slammed the door shut behind him just as the Barghest crashed into it, knocking it off its top hinge and warping it in its frame. They fled through a narrow rat-run of crates and trolleys and tiny offices, and emerged in front of a set of steel shutters. ‘Open them,’ Cam commanded the police officer as he quickly slotted another eight shells into the Remington.
‘What makes you think the gun’ll work this time?’ asked one of the shoppers.
Cam turned to look at him. The speaker was a small man in a business suit. ‘Have you got a better idea?’
‘Are you drunk? You stink of alcohol. My God, you are drunk!’ squawked the little man.
Cam stared at the man incredulously. ‘So what?’
‘I just don’t think you should be holding a firearm while you’re under the influence,’ he said primly.
‘Jesus Christ,’ Cam muttered. He finished loading the shotgun and looked back the way they had come. The roars of the pursuing Barghest were getting louder.
‘Look, all I’m saying,’ insisted the little man, ‘is that you can’t fire a gun, drunk!’

‘You’d be quite amazed at what I can do while I’m drunk,’ Cam snapped. The man didn’t answer. The sounds of the beast crashing after them were very close. ‘Get back,’ Cam said. The little man obliged. He could hear the shutters rising and risked a glance over his shoulder. It was going to be too late – they weren’t rising fast enough.


  1. Thanks for posting Mayor Sonni! :)

    1. It's my pleasure! Best of luck with the book and book tour! I included the tour in the Sept. 20, 2018 edition edition of The BookTube Your Shelf Daily Reader:

    2. Wow, thanks so much for that! Greatly appreciated!


Get carried away with love!