Historical Fiction by Jack Dixon

Historical Fiction by Jack Dixon

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Jerusalem Falls (April, 2012)

This sweeping medieval saga follows a courageous Templar Knight from the thirteenth century fields of the verdant Languedoc, to Outremer and the collapse of the Holy Crusades, through his own personal struggles, and to the ultimate destruction of his noble and legendary Templar Order.

Readers' Remarks...

"A compelling drama, and at times visceral. Nice character development, and the pace of the story is well done."
— Jeanne Pawluk, St. Catharines, Ontario

"Captivating. Masterfully written, and a must read. Once engrossed, I couldn’t put it down."
— Brent Naseath, Monterey, California

Jerusalem Falls won Honorable Mention for General Fiction at the 2012 New England Book Festival.

The Pict (August, 2007)

Jack's first novel, The Pict tells the tale of one brave leader who unites the first-century Pictish tribes of Scotland to stand firm against savage Roman conquest. With a passion for freedom that would one day mark the very spirit of the Scottish nation, Calach leads the rising of a loose affiliation of tribes against the might of the greatest military force the world had ever known.

The Pict is an award-Winning Historical Novel:

• Honorable Mention for Fiction at the 2007 London Book Festival
2008 Eric Hoffer Book Award (Notable) for the General Fiction category.
The 2007 iUBR Award for Cover Design

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Jerusalem Falls, excerpt...

Chapter 1

The sun blazed intensely, relentlessly. Its shimmering waves turned the undulating desert dunes into a merciless furnace of glass. Thundering hooves pounded the sand as twelve hundred Templars drove their destriers into a ferocious mass of charging Mamluks, eight thousand strong. Louis spurred his stallion, brandished his sword, and clenched his jaw in anticipation of the impending impact.

The Templars fanned out as they sped toward the Mamluk army, forming an arrow that would penetrate deep into its heart, driving a wedge to split the Mamluk forces in two. The Mamluks knew it was coming, but as always, there was little they could do to defend against the brute force of the Templar charge.

Lances snapped as they found their targets, and maces wrought devastation upon the bewildered horde.

Templar sergeants and foot soldiers, two thousand in all, followed closely behind the knights. They descended upon the divided Mamluks, who had fallen into frenzied disarray under the onslaught. Their first charge successful, the knights dismounted and brought their lethal swordsmanship to bear.

The Mamluks, once the warrior slaves of Egypt, had seized power when their military strength grew to eclipse that of their Egyptian rulers. When their masters collapsed before the advance of King Louis IX’s Crusade, the Mamluks had rallied and captured the French king and ransomed him for twice the annual revenue of his kingdom. Their victory assured their dominance, and now they were the masters and guardians of Islam.

The Templars paid the ransom for the king, and the Mamluks’ newfound wealth magnified their power considerably. Now the Mamluks roamed these deserts with swelling ranks, and a fierce and intractable determination to annihilate the Christian crusaders.