The Ugly Truth About Robin Hood

Forget the man with the feathered hat, the hero's smile, and the golden morality. This Robin Hood is no shining avenger of the poor. He is a tired, hungry, dangerous man with an old bow, an empty stomach, and bills that are long overdue. Sherwood is no fairy-tale forest. Sherwood is mud, rain, betrayal, and fear. A place where every step smells of wet wood, and every friend may be the man who sells your name tomorrow. Robin takes from those who have too much. Not because he is a saint. Because someone has to take before the lords, scribes, and soldiers take everything. Between toll coaches, corrupt officials, false bards, starving children, and a Sheriff who preaches order and means violence, Robin becomes what people will later call legend. But legends lie. The truth is dirtier. It begins on a rain-soaked holloway, with three sacks of silver and a man who does not believe in heroism. Only in arrows, hunger, and the price of the next night. A dark, gritty, sharply satirical Robin Hood novel for readers who prefer their fairy tales with mud on their boots.

Pages: 279, Paperback, Independently published