Robin Hood

The arrow flies true, but fate flies truer. In the green heart of Sherwood, a young archer named Robin of Locksley transforms from wayward son to legend, and Paul Creswick tells the tale with the kind of rousing vigor that made this story a cornerstone of English literature. When Robin's family falls into ruin and the Sheriff of Nottingham tightens his grip on the forest and its people, Robin disappears into the trees rather than submit. There he gathers around him a band of Merry Men, each with their own story, their own skills, their own reasons for fleeing the law. Together they declare war on the corrupt nobility who have strangled Merry England with taxes and tyranny. This is the Robin Hood you remember from childhood, but rendered with fresh immediacy: a story of outlaws who rob the rich to feed the poor, of hairy near-misses in moonlit forests, of a bow that never misses its mark. It endures because it asks the question every generation asks anew: what do you do when the law is unjust?