Tales of Dunk and Egg: The Hedge Knight review (Part I)

I hope y’all ready for this one, cuz its bout to be a DOOZYYYY. I’m hittin you with prophecies, Khaleesi ancestors, tourneys, princes, battles, secret identities, pride, promises, and a whole lotta Game of Thrones style goodness to get your summer nostalgia thirst quenched. Let me start this off by saying that it took me a year to track down a copy of this gem. I plowed through the series last summer and this was a nice, fun-sized Snickers bar to quell the hunger for more gore and glory.

[divider type=”space_thin”] In the land of Westeros roughly 100 years before the events of the Game of Thrones you all know and love so much, we are given a new chivalrous knight to admire and respect, despite his at times honorable-to-a-fault ways. Hopefully he doesn’t lose his head on the last page finale. We are also blessed with an Arya-esque young lad eager to discover what the world is really like outside of pampered castle walls, roasted aurochs, lemon cakes, and creamed swan dinner feasts. The newest characters to join the Song of Ice and Fire trilogy are none other than Dunk and Egg.

The story starts off with Dunk: a huge, nearly 7 foot tall, shaggy, big boned boy of 16 or 17. That’s right, he don’t even know his own age! You don’t really have many name-day bangers being a Flea Bottom orphan. We find Dunk digging a grave for his late mentor and father figure, Ser Arlan of Pennytree. The old man, as Dunk calls him, taught Thrones Deebo everything he knows of swords, shield, lance, s…