Topics oliver, bowden, assassins, creed, renaissamce, brotherhood, secret, crusade, revelations, forsaken, black, flag, unity, underworld, books. The Assassin's Creed series, by Oliver Bowden, is a collection of novels set within the Assassin's Creed video game universe. The books follow. Full text of "Assassin's Creed book series _ EPUB format". See other formats. Dark Corners He had a thin face framed by a spill of almost pure white hair, looking.
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To eradicate corruption and restore his family's honour, he will learn the art of the assassins. To his allies, Ezio will become a force for change, fighting for freedom and justice. To his enemies, he will become a threat. Brotherhood Assassin's Creed 2 I will journey to the black heart of a corrupt empire to root out my foes. But Rome wasn't built in a day and it won't be restored by a lone assassin.
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I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze. This is my Brotherhood Rome, once mighty, lies in ruins.
The city swarms with suffering and degradation, her citizens living in the shadow of the ruthless Borgia family. Ezio's quest will test him to his limits.
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Cesare Borgia, a man more villainous and dangerous than his father, the Pope, will not rest until he has conquered Italy. And in such treacherous times, conspiracy is everywhere, even within the ranks of the Brotherhood itself Altair embarks on a formidable mission - one that takes him throughout the Holy Land and shows him the true meaning of the Assassin's Creed. Revelations[ edit ] Revelations once again follows Ezio Auditore as he leaves his life behind in search of the truth about the Assassin Order and "those who came before".
The resulting journey leads him to Constantinople where a growing army of Byzantine Templars threatens the region. Ezio goes through many obstacles then decides to give up his life as an Assassin to save Desmond.
Forsaken[ edit ] Set in , Forsaken is Haytham Kenway's Edward Kenway's son personal journal and tracks his life, from his early childhood in England, through his rise up the Templar ranks. Unlike Revelations, it is written in the first person and follows Haytham Kenway only. Forsaken was released on 4 December Edward Kenway is a young privateer who sets out to become the world's deadliest pirate, only to be drawn into the centuries-old war between the Assassins and the Templars.
The book is based on this installment and was released in November Underworld[ edit ] Assassin's Creed Underworld follows Henry Green and Detective Abberline 6 years before the events of Syndicate , eventually ending with the game's final missions in Evie's perspective.
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Fields needed tending to; fences and walls required building and repairing. In winter, if the weather was very bad, we brought the sheep into the barns, kept them safe and warm, ready for January, when lambing season began.
But it was during summer when I really came into my own. Shearing season. Mother and Father carried out the bulk of it while I made more frequent trips into town, not with carcasses for meat but with my cart laden with wool. In the summer, with even more opportunity to do so, I found myself frequenting the local taverns more and more.
You could say I became a familiar sight in the taverns, in fact, in my long, buttoned-up waistcoat, knee-breeches, white stockings and the slightly battered brown tricorn that I liked to think of as being my trade-mark, because my mother said it went well with my hair which was permanently in need of a cut but quite a striking sandy colour, if I do say so myself.
It was in the taverns I discovered that my gift of the gab was improved after a few ales at noon.
The booze, it has that effect, doesn't it? Loosens tongues, inhibitions, morals. Not that I was exactly shy and retiring when I was sober, but the ale, it gave me that extra edge.
Or at least that's what I told myself at the time. After all, the money from extra sales made as a result of my ale-inspired salesmanship more than covered the cost of the ale in the first place.
There was something else too, apart from the foolish notion that Edward in his cups was a better salesman than Edward sober, and that was my state of mind.
Because the truth was, I thought I was different. No, I knew I was different. There were times I'd sit by myself at night and know I was seeing the world in a way that was all my own.
I know what it is now but I couldn't put it into words back then other than to say I felt different. Either because of that or despite it, I'd decided I didn't want to be a sheep-farmer all my life. I knew it the first day, when I set foot on the farm as an employee, and not as a child, and I saw myself, then looked at my father, and understood that I was no longer here to play and would soon go home to dream about a future setting sail on the high seas.
No, this was my future, and I would spend the rest of my life as sheep-farmer, working for my father, marrying a local girl, siring boys and teaching them to become sheep-farmers, just like their father, just like their grandfather.
I saw the rest of my life laid out for me, like neat work-clothes on a bed, and rather than feel a warm surge of contentment and happiness about that fact, it terrified me.
So the truth was, and there's no way of putting it more gently, and I'm sorry, Father, God rest your soul, but I hated my job. And after a few ales, well, I hated it less, is all I can say. Was I blotting out my dashed dreams with the booze? I never really thought about it at the time. All I knew was that sitting on my shoulder, perched there like a mangy cat, was a festering resentment at the way my life was turning out-or, worse, actually had turned out. Perhaps I was a little indiscreet concerning some of my true feelings.
I might on occasion have given my fellow drinkers the impression that I felt life had better things in store for me. What can I say? I was young and arrogant and a sot. A lethal combination at the best of times, and these were definitely not the best of times. Or variations of it, at least. Perhaps it would have been more diplomatic of me to answer in the negative, but I didn't, and so I found myself in more than my fair share of fights.
Perhaps it was to prove that I was better than them in all things, fighting included.
Perhaps because in my own way I was upholding the family name. A drinker I might have been. A seducer. But not a coward. Oh no. Never one to shrink from a fight. It was during the summertime when my recklessness reached its heights; when I would be most drunk and most boisterous, and mainly a bit of a pain in the arse.
But on the other hand, all the more likely to help a young lady in distress. THREE She was in the Auld Shillelagh, a tavern halfway between Hatherton and Bristol, which was a regular haunt of mine and sometimes, in the summer when Mother and Father toiled over the shearing at home, when I'd make more frequent trips into town, it was regular to the tune of several times a day.
I admit I hadn't taken much notice of her at first, which was unusual for me because I liked to pride myself on knowing the exact location of any pretty woman nearabouts, and besides, the Shillelagh wasn't the sort of place you expected to find a pretty woman.
A woman, yes. A certain type of woman. But this girl I could see wasn't like that: Looked to me like a domestic.
But it wasn't her clothes that drew my attention. It was the loudness of her voice, which you'd have to say was in complete contrast to the way she looked.
She was sitting with three men, all of them older than her, who I recognized at once: Tom Cobleigh, his son Seth, and Julian somebody, whose surname escaped me, but who worked with them: They were sat forward on their stools and watching this young girl with leering, wolfish eyes that betrayed a darker purpose even though they were all smiles, thumping on the table, encouraging her as she drank dry a flagon of ale.
No, she did not look like one of the women who usually frequented the tavern, but it seemed she was determined to act like one of them. The flagon was about as big as she was, and as she wiped her hand across her mouth and hammered it to the table, the men responded with cheers, shouting for another one and no doubt pleased to see her wobble slightly on her stool.It was Caroline who taught me how to appreciate good food.
Mother glowed. He has been forced to leave the country. No, Madame, this has none of the hallmarks of an opportunistic crime.
Something we didn't have but needed. In this regard I should follow her lead, support everything she said, say nothing to contradict her. Edward Kenway is a young privateer who sets out to become the world's deadliest pirate, only to be drawn into the centuries-old war between the Assassins and the Templars.
Soldiers ordered to fire into the demonstrators refused to do so.