Michael Moorcock’s epic, award-winning fantasy saga concludes. The Chaos Lords and King of Swords are long dead and peace reigns across the 15 realms… But not so for Corum, the Prince in the Scarlett Robe, who has spent many decades in sorrow-filled isolation, grieving the death of his one true love, Rhalina. When strange voices begin to disturb his dreams, Corum discovers that descendants of Rhalina’s own people, the Mabden, are being terrorized by the seven Gods of Limbo who are on the verge of destroying the Mabden race forever. Now, Corum mst embark on a new quest to seek out the Black Bull of Crinanass, if he is to have any chance of saving Rhalina’s people from extinction. Adapted by Mark Shainblum and drawn by six-time Eisner Award-winning artist, Jill Thomspon, this collection brings the Corum saga to a shattering conclusion.

Return to the world of Michael Moorcock's immortal hero, Corum, in this sequel to classic legendary fantasy saga, The Swords trilogy. The Bull and the Spear is the opening chapter of the Silver Hand trilogy. Adapted by Mark Shainblum and drawn by six-time Eisner Award winning artist, Jill Thompson. The Chaos Lords and the King of Swords are long dead and peace reigns across the 15 realms. But not so for Corum, the Prince in the Scarlet Robe, still grieving the death of his one true love, Rhalina. When strange voices begin to disturb his dreams, Corum discovers that descendants of Rhalina's own people, the Mabden, are being terrorized by the seven Gods of Limbo who are on the verge of destroying the Mabden race forever. Now, Corum must embark on a new quest to seek out the Black Bull of Crinanass, if he is to have any chance of saving Rhalina's people from extinction.

In an age before time began when the old Gods were abroad in the Earth, Corum of the Scarlet Robe defeated the agents of chaos and cruelty and made history possible. Now a new age requires a hero. There are new lords who would be gods - Odin and Thor and Freya and Loki. And there are the descendants of Corum's Vadagh people, now called Elf-folk. There is a portent - a great black bull sometimes seen on the horizon. The bull must be ridden by the one who possesses the Spear of Llaw Ereint. And the one who will come to possess the spear will be one who has a silver hand - it is the hand of Corum...

Published for the first time ever, Titan Comics is proud to present the concluding chapter of Michael Moorcock’s epic fantasy masterpiece, The Chronicles of Hawkmoon. Adapted and illustrated by the critically lauded and acclaimed artist and writer James Cawthorn. This book, 20 years in the making, saw the culmination of Cawthorn’s passion project, and cements his reputation as one of the true greats of fantasy illustration, and arguably the father of the graphic novel medium. Having escaped from the clutches of Baron Meliadus, the chief warlord of Huon, immortal King-Emperor of the Dark Empire of Granbretan, Duke Dorian Hawkmoon of Koln and his brother-in-arms, D’Averc, find themselves travelling the multiverse in search of the legendary Runestaff, the one artefact powerful enough to end the evil tyranny of Huon once and for all. “I’ve been an admirer of Jim Cawthorn’s art for pretty much my whole life.” – Alan Moore “So much glorious Jim Cawthorn art in a book that is an absolute triumph. I just want to revel in it.” – Neil Gaiman

Prince Corum Jhaelin Irsei: the Eternal Champion. With his plane at war with itself, thanks to the machinations and magic of Chaos, Prince Corum, his beloved Rhalina and the eternal companion Jhary-a-Conel must travel to the last five planes to confront Mabelode, the King of the Swords. Joining forces with other aspects of the Eternal Champion - Elric and Ereköse - Corum must rescue Rhalina from the Chaos Lord's minions before attempting to defeat the King of the Swords and free his plane from its madness. But the stakes are also personal for Corum, for the captain who commands the forces of chaos is the same savage Mabden who slaughtered Corum's family...

‘Cymoril,’ he moaned, his whole body throbbing. ‘Cymoril – I have slain you.’ He looked back at Imrryr and felt a tightness in his throat as he realized that he was truly rootless now; a renegade and a womanslayer, though involuntarily the latter. He had lost the only woman he had loved in his blind lust for revenge. Now it was finished – everything was finished. He could envisage no future, for his future had been bound up with his past and now, effectively that past was flaming in ruins behind him. Dry sobs eddied in his chest and he gripped the ship’s rail yet more firmly. He had caused to be destroyed the last tangible sign that the grandiose, magnificent Bright Empire had ever existed. He felt that most of himself was gone with it. Elric looked back at Imrryr and suddenly a greater sadness overwhelmed him as a tower, as delicate and as beautiful as fine lace, cracked and toppled with flames leaping about it. He had shattered the last great monument to the earlier race – his own race. Men might have learned again, one day, to build strong, slender towers like those of Imrryr, but now the knowledge was dying with the thundering chaos of the fall of the Dreaming City and the fast-diminishing race of Melnibone. Michael Moorcock, The Dreaming City. Which is how Elric, last Emperor of Melnibone, came to leave the Dragon Isles whose downfall he had wrought and became the White Wolf of the Young Kingdoms, the pale prince of the cursed blood, doomed to kill in order to sate his sword’s thirst for souls, in search of a peace that destiny itself refused to deliver… In search of purpose, the White Wolf’s curiosity was aroused when Shaarilla of Myyrrhn proposed they seek a cursed book that grants wishes. But himself cursed, Elric was forced to move on without her, lest she fall prey to his darkness. Instead, Elric headed to Dhakos in the company of a cad named Moonglum, satiating his bloodlust along the way.