Raven's Ladder

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A DEADLY MENACE IS BREAKING THROUGH THE GROUND. THE PEOPLE OF ABASCAR MUST ABANDON THEIR STONE REFUGE AND FLEE INTO VULNERABILITY IN THE FOREST. BUT THEIR KING HAS HAD A VISION?
 
Following the beacon of Auralia?s colors and the footsteps of a mysterious dream-creature, King Cal-raven has discovered a destination for his weary crowd of refugees. It?s a city only imagined...
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Overview

A DEADLY MENACE IS BREAKING THROUGH THE GROUND. THE PEOPLE OF ABASCAR MUST ABANDON THEIR STONE REFUGE AND FLEE INTO VULNERABILITY IN THE FOREST. BUT THEIR KING HAS HAD A VISION…
 
Following the beacon of Auralia’s colors and the footsteps of a mysterious dream-creature, King Cal-raven has discovered a destination for his weary crowd of refugees. It’s a city only imagined in legendary tales. And it gives him hope to establish New Abascar.
 
But when Cal-raven is waylaid by fortune hunters, his people become vulnerable to a danger more powerful than the prowling beastmen––House Bel Amica. In this oceanside kingdom of wealth, enchantment, and beauty, deceitful Seers are all too eager to ensnare House Abascar’s wandering throng.
 
Even worse, the Bel Amicans have discovered Auralia’s colors, and are twisting a language of faith into a lie of corruption and control.
 
If there is any hope for the people of Abascar, it lies in the courage of Cyndere, daughter of Bel Amica’s queen; the strength of Jordam the beastman; and the fiery gifts of the ale boy, who is devising a rescue for prisoners of the savage Cent Regus beastmen.
 
As his faith suffers one devastating blow after another, Cal-raven’s journey is a perilous climb from despair to a faint gleam of hope––the vision he sees in Auralia’s colors.
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Praise for Raven’s Ladder

“Jeffrey Overstreet's imagination is peopled with mysteries and wonders, and his craft continues to mature. Reading Raven's Ladder is like staring at a richly imagined world through a kaleidoscope: complex, intriguing, and habit-forming.”
—Kathy Tyers, author of Shivering World and the Firebird series

 “A darkly complex world populated by a rich and diverse cast of characters, in which glimpses of haunting beauty shine through. Sometimes perplexing but always thought-provoking, Raven’s Ladder is the work of a fertile and striking creative imagination.”
—R.J. Anderson, author of Faery Rebels: Spell Hunter

“With Raven’s Ladder, Overstreet does what the best fantasy writers do: he opens a door into a new world—a beautiful, dangerous world, and one that stayed with me long after I closed the book.”
—    Andrew Peterson, singer/songwriter and author of North! Or Be Eaten and On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness
“In Raven's Ladder, Jeffrey Overstreet continues what he began with his first two novels, Auralia's Colors and Cyndere's Midnight, crafting a world rich in detail, purpose, and wonder.  Each page reveals new threads of a complex, interwoven story that excites and entertains while provoking deeper thought. It has been a long time since I've read a series as captivating, meaningful, inspiring, and beautiful as this one.”
—    Aaron White, writer and editor of FaithAndGeekery.com

“Raven's Ladder is a fantasy gem. The story is imaginative and truthful, the characters authentic and complex. Jeffrey Overstreet has given us a gift—a fully realized world teeming with life and wonder. It is a fully human tale, with a penetrating glory throughout. Here is a heaping portion of truth, beauty, and goodness.”
—    S. D. Smith, author of The Fledge Chronicles serial

“In Raven's Ladder, Jeffrey Overstreet weaves a brilliant tale of intricate layers, inviting his audience into a story of deeper meaning. Not mere fiction that ends with the shutting of the book, it sneakily tiptoes into your thoughts, challenging you to ponder a little more.”
—    Esther Maria Swaty, Seattle City Guide Examiner
 

Library Journal
In the follow-up to the Christy Award-nominated Auralia's Colors and Cyndere's Midnight, King Cal-raven and his people flee Abascar for the forest when danger threatens. Following a dream, he leads his subjects toward a legendary city where he hopes to rebuild his kingdom. When Cal-raven is attacked and abducted, his followers must confront the peril on their own. VERDICT Fantasy is a growing CF subgenre, and the rich details, well-developed characters, and complex story will make this a new favorite among fantasy readers, especially fans of Karen Hancock.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400074679
  • Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/16/2010
  • Series: Auralia Thread Series
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Jeffrey Overstreet is the author of The Auralia Thread, the fantasy series which begins with Auralia’s Colors, a thrilling adventure twice-nominated for a Christy Award, and Cyndere’s Midnight. He is an award-winning film critic and columnist, his work appearing in many publications including Image and Paste. He is also the contributing editor for Seattle Pacific University’s Response magazine.
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CHAPTER 1
CAL-RAVEN IN FOUR KINDS OF TROUBLE
 
Auralia reached out to Cal-raven. As he approached, the flame of the candle he carried flapped like a flag in a hard wind.
 
Her smile was mysterious, just as he remembered it. That detail had proved most difficult. Other aspects had come easier as his hands sculpted the stone. Her humble stature. The tiny knob of her chin. Her feet—ten small toes emerging like a row of beads beneath a leafy skirt.
 
Cal-raven was not a tall man, and yet Auralia, slight for sixteen, had stood only to his shoulder. He could see her open hands pressing through the span of fabric that she offered to any visitor.
 
Almost a year had passed since he’d found her in the Abascar dungeon, wrapped in a magnificent cloak. Their fleeting conversation was burned in his memory more vividly than yesterday. Unflinching, Auralia had voiced her faith in phantoms dreamed and legends whispered––like the Keeper, that benevolent creature who haunted dreams, a silent guardian, a listener.
 
Cal-raven had sculpted, erased, and then reshaped Auralia’s lips, her eyebrows with their question pinched between them, her whole face filled with trembling hope that others would receive and understand her vision. She had been more than human. Or better, she had been more fully human than anyone around her.
 
The king’s hunting hound, his golden tail wagging, sniffed at the statue’s ankles. “Hagah.”The dog slumped down to the floor and sighed, resigned to wait.
 
That fabric the statue held––Cal-raven had not even tried to give it the textures and colors of Auralia’s cloak. How could he? Its threads had glimmered with colors no eyes in Abascar had ever seen.
 
“Tell the Keeper,” he whispered, “that I don’t know where to go from here.” He ran his fingertips along the span that spilled like a waterfall from her upturned hands. “When I was a child, I’d have called out myself. It was easier then to believe.”
 
Auralia’s expression did not change; it would not unless he changed it. Her polished eyes would not return his gaze for, in the tradition of House Abascar portraiture, they lacked detail. While each statue in the cavern was distinct––the beloved and the burdensome, the wise and the foolish, the soldiers and the miscreants––they shared that same indecipherable gaze, an affirmation of something altogether unnamable, inimitable. The mystery of the heart.
 
Embarrassed at his habit of addressing this likeness, he knuckle-knocked Auralia’s forehead. “Last visit. Watch over these worn-out people for me, will you?”
 
Something shifted in the cavern behind him. Hagah lifted his head and followed his master’s gaze through the long rows of statues.
 
“Wynn?” Cal-raven waited.
 
Hagah’s huge black nose emerged from flabby rolls of fur and sniffed. Then the dog set his chin back down on the ground.
 
“You’ll catch our pesky shadow in a dream, won’t you?” Cal-raven said, but he gave another look back.
 
Why am I so agitated tonight? he wondered.
 
Because some of them are turning against you, replied his father’s ghostly voice. It’s been almost a year. You’ve mentioned New Abascar, but you still haven’t shown them a plan.
 
The statues that crowded the Hall of the Lost listened. These extravagant stone monuments gave shape to Cal-raven’s promise that he would never let his people forget the lessons they’d learned and that they would build a new house to honor those lost in Abascar’s cataclysm.
 
But the name grudgers, once given to those who had rebelled against their previous king’s oppressive ways, now applied to people distrustful of Cal-raven. Grudgers objected to his embrace of the foolish along with the wise; his equal concern for the weak and the strong; his insistence that every person, no matter how “useful,” be fed and shown the care of their healer. Moreover, grudgers grumbled about the way Cal-raven gambled their futures on possibilities revealed to him in dreams.
 
Tonight Cal-raven had taken the firewalk. Lesyl’s turn had come, but he had offered to patrol the passages for her. He wanted to hear her sing the Evening Verse one last time before his departure the next sundown.
 
“I’ve written a piece that can only be played by two,” Lesyl had said when the firewalk brought him to the chamber of Auralia’s gallery. Sitting against the wall decorated by an array of colorful weavings, she tuned the twelve-stringed tharpe, a formidable, sonorous instrument. She seemed relaxed, even happy, and oblivious that this was a farewell.
 
“Here.” She picked up a wooden spiral. “You remember how to play the hewson-pipe, don’t you? Oh, come now, don’t tell me you lack the time. You need the practice.” When he did not approach, she persisted. “Scared?” “No,” he laughed. Yes, he thought.
 
He had torn himself away from that conversation to continue the firewalk for fear of losing his fragile restraint. Not now. Not yet.
 
So while she sang, he paced that routine progress, ensuring that torches would not spark any mishaps, that candles burned within the spheres prescribed, that everything was in its right place.
 
He had led these survivors through a hostile winter and a dispiriting spring. Just as they had begun to define a possible departure, a visit from the mage sent him scrambling in another direction. Tomorrow he would slip away and venture north to pursue the vision his teacher had given him.
 
The day will come, Cal-raven, when you’ll have no choice but to leave Scharr ben Fray’s
imagination behind and live in the real world. His father’s fury buzzed in his ear like a skeeter-fly. If you don’t, the ground will crumble beneath you. Facing his father’s likeness, Cal-raven felt his throat tighten. “Whose inventions plunged into the earth?”
 
Listen to me, boy! You’re too old for toys. Who will lead the people when I’m gone? Someone whose head is full of children’s stories?
 
“Show me someone better prepared for the task,” he said. “I do not enjoy the burdens you’ve left me.” He took the shield from where it was draped over the shoulder of the king’s likeness.
 
The statue’s lips were parted, and a strange feeling of discomfort crept up Cal-raven’s spine. He did not know what scared him more—the thought of the stone speaking or the thought that his dreams might prove false.
 
Hagah’s inquisitive nose bumped the edge of Cal-marcus’s shield, and he woofed.
 
“You’re not waiting for him anymore, are you?”
 
A rough tongue exploded from the hound’s expansive smile, and his tail thumped against the floor.
 
“You’ve given up on them both.” Cal-raven’s gaze strayed to the statue of his mother. The runaway.
 
It was a good likeness, or so he’d been told. Jaralaine’s appearance seemed an echo lost in time’s clamor. But troubled scowls from older folk told him that they recognized this imperious beauty.He did remember occasional tenderness and sighs of insatiable loneliness before her disappearance. He also remembered a fury against any suggestion of a will greater than her own.
 
He found himself suspended between the gravity of these statues and the forested world beyond, which called to him like a feast to a starving man.
 
“We’re all ready to be runaways now, Mother. If we don’t leave soon, the bonds that bind us will break.”
Hagah sniffed the base of the queen’s statue.
 
“No!” Cal-raven shouted.
 
Disappointed, the dog lumbered off through the rows to settle on the lanky figure of a hunter known by his nickname—Arrowhead.
 
Go ahead, Cal-raven thought. Arrowhead was a grudger. He threatened my father’s life. Wouldn’t hurt him to take some abuse for a change.
 
Hagah would have merrily complied, but the sound of something slithering sent him bounding back to Cal-raven’s boots, fangs shining beneath his retracting lip. Cal-raven blew out and dropped the candle, held his father’s shield close, and knelt to withdraw the throwing knife at his ankle.
 
There was only silence. Cal-raven tiptoed through the statues, Hagah stalking low before him.
 
The dog led him to the western wall, where a corridor ran along the inside of the cliff. Hagah put his snout down to a crack in the floor, noisily drawing in air. His tail stopped wagging.
 
 “What have you found, boy?”
 
Hagah stiffened. Then he began to back away from the fissure, a low, rolling growl changing into a worried squeal.
 
“Something nasty?” Scars like burns from rivulets of hot oil marked the floor all about the break. “Let’s go. This place is giving me jitters tonight.”
 
A puff of wind touched his ear and then––thung! He turned to see an arrow embedded in the wall beside his head.
 
He sprang forward, leaping over the dog, and ran through the corridor. Down the stairs. Through tiers of tunnels.
 
In the distance Lesyl sang the EveningVerse. But his pursuer—pursuers, he could hear their footsteps now—did not falter.
 
Hagah turned around snarling. “No!” Cal-raven knew the dog was no match for an arrow. “Run, boy!”He pointed, and the dog bolted ahead just as he had been trained.
 
Cal-raven did not follow. He faced the rugged wall, placing his hands against the rock. His fingertips sought hidden inconsistencies, and finding those points, he applied pressure and heat in a way he could never explain.
 
The stone awakened, rippling in a sudden wind.
 
Cal-raven’s body clenched like a fist, forcing energy out through his hands. Then he pressed himself through the wavering curtain.
 
A midsummer evening’s breeze cooled his burning face as the sand sealed itself behind him.
 
The grudgers are out of patience. He brushed grit from his garments. It would not take long for his hunters to find their own exit. They were watching.Waiting
for me to be alone.
 
“Keeper, protect me,” he murmured. Crouching, he moved away from the cliffs into narrow paths through thorn-barbed thickets that blanketed the plains.
 
Several turns into that maze, he sat down to catch his breath. I must get back inside where it’s crowded.
 
He thought about standing up and calling for the guards on the tiers above. But they would not see him here in the brake. And what else might come in answer?
 
A strange wind moved through the shallow sea of thorns. Bramblebugs skrritch-skrritched across the plains. Something wriggled under his foot. He set his father’s shield aside, tugged off his boot, and shook loose a rockspider. He looked up through the brambled frame. A shooting star scratched a line across the night’s black dome. As if excited by the mysterious sign, faraway wood dogs shrieked in song.
 
When he jerked his sleeve free of a bramble and stood, his rustling stirred up a cloud of twilight-suckers. These insects were always a help to hunters, for they uttered tiny shrieks of delight as they descended on fresh dung or carrion.
 
Sure enough, as the pest cloud dissipated, he saw two copper coins. He knew that reflective stare from a hundred hunts. A lurkdasher. A year ago the sight of this swift, bushy-tailed creature would not have surprised Cal-raven. Lurkdashers were common burrowers in beds of brush. But Abascar’s best hunters had been catching little more than weakened scavengers, rodents lean for lack of prey. Across the Expanse the land had gone quiet, as if emptied by some mass migration.
 
If Cal-raven had been out for any other purpose, he’d have thrown his knife so fast the dasher would have fallen midsprint. But he stayed still. Something wasn’t right.
 
The lurkdasher vanished. Cal-raven stood in the quiet, just another secret in this complicated night.
 
He could sense a presence, fierce and intent.
 
He turned his head slightly and drew in a deep breath. Only a stone’s throw to his right an enormous animal, many legged, lurked in the thick web of boughs. He held that breath and waited, eyes slowly translating the contours of darkness and deeper darkness all around him.
 
Like a mighty hand, the creature clutched the ground, tensing knuckled legs. The bushes around it shivered as the lurkdasher stole away, and like a spider the creature raised two of its front legs from the brambles, bracing the other five against the ground. It was as big as a fangbear. Cal-raven felt a faint tremor. Then he heard a hiss, and the creature shifted its weight slightly, turning those raised limbs toward him.
 
Considering the sword at his side, he flexed his hand.
 
A crush of branches sounded to his left. His heart fluttered, a trapped bird, frantic. He turned and saw the second creature—the very same kind—with its feet planted as if it might pounce. In terrified confusion he saw the wind disturb a canvas that the creature drew behind it, a dark black sheet covering the thorns.
 
He did not know these monstrosities. They looked like they could outrun a viscorcat. And the forest was a long, long run ahead of him through a narrow, winding passage that he could not see clearly. But the cliffs—he might just make it back to the wall. The solid stone wall.
 
Ever so slowly he planted his hand on the hilt of his sword. He stepped backward, placing his foot down soundlessly. The creatures stood as still as sculpted metal.
 
He took another step, drawing his sword half out of its scabbard. No, he thought. The starlight. They’ll see the reflection.
 
At his third step the creature on the right planted its two raised feet down on the ground, digging in as if it might spring.
 
He heard movement behind him and felt a blast of air like a bellows. His feeble hopes went out. But something deeper than his mind, stronger than his will, unleashed a cry. He called out, as he had so many times in nightmares, for the Keeper.
 
The creatures leapt from the brambles and seized him. His sword never escaped the scabbard.
 
He had a moment to think of Lesyl, interrupted in her song, looking up to receive unexpected news, the hewson-pipe coiled beside her.
 
Hot limbs wrapped around him, and his feet left the ground. The creatures were shelled, bone-tough, their bellies cushioned with bundles of hair. He struggled, limbs flailing. He was falling skyward, upside down. The pressure did not increase. Nothing pierced or stung or bit. The ground, faintly chalked in moonlight, spread like the sky over his head, and beyond his feet the heavens glittered like Deep Lake at midnight. The creatures held him suspended, their vast canvases snapping in the wind as if they were wings.
 
And then he saw that they were wings, spread out from a towering creature.
 
His captors were not animals at all but hands. He hung unharmed in the clawed clutches of a monster and was carried up toward its massive equine head.
 
Its eyes, glassy spheres full of stars, were fixed upon the northern horizon. Flames lined its nostrils. Its mane wavered as if it were creating, not surrendering to, the night wind. And the scales on its golden neck caught more than moonlight.
 
A helpless toy in its hands, he watched its attention turn to him, and his fear turned to confusion.
 
He recognized this creature. This shape had been fixed in his mind since he first drew breath. It had moved at the edges of his dreams. In nightmares it had come when he cried out for help, and sometimes when he could not call at all. During the long days of learning, he had pillaged his father’s history scrolls and hunting journals for evidence.
 
Nothing had prepared him for this. The creature drew in a cavernful of air, the shield-plates of its chest separating to reveal a soft lacework beneath. It held that breath. He knew it was reading him, reading the night, the skies. Then the curtains of its eyelids came down.
 
Are you kind? he thought. Dreams…speak true. Let the Keeper be kind.
 
The creature was stranger than anything he had sculpted when imagining its shape and dimensions. He felt embarrassed by his simplistic appeals, his feeble prayers. He was a mouse in the talons of a brascle, and as the creature reared up on the pillars of its hind legs, wing upon wing upon wing unfolding from its sides like sails on a great ship, he waited for judgment.
 
A sound like deep recognition ran tremulous through its form. Cal-raven thought it spoke his name––not the name given by his mother, but the name given by the powers that had crafted him—and every thread of his being burned with attention. As the eyes opened again, the stars within were moving.
 
It exhaled a scattering of sparks, but gently. The sound was like the Mystery Sea, roaring as it received the river flowing out through the Rushtide Inlet.
 
The air about the creature shuddered. A wave of noise beyond the range of Cal-raven’s hearing stunned him, conveying a word as clearly as if the creature had spoken. He would not, in the aftermath, know how to translate such a word. But it provoked in him an immediate resolve, a reverent promise.
 
He would follow. What else could one do when commanded by the Keeper?
 
Smoke and spice clouded the air and dizzied him. He was passed from clawed hands at the edges of the creature’s wings to one of its enormous, rough-fleshed feet, which held him like a woman’s hand cradling a bird. The creature set him down within a footprint on the path, and a wind whirled fiercely about him. Squinting up through the storm, he saw that the creature had taken flight.
 
In the space of a sigh, it was gone, a succession of lights darkening across the sky, northward over the Cragavar forest. Cal-raven lay helpless and numb like a discarded doll in the Keeper’s footprint.
 
Breath burst back into his lungs. He heaved, folding and fighting, a bird shaking away the shards of a shell.
 
It came when I called.
 
Never more invigorated, never more single-minded in purpose, he smiled back toward the cliffs. He had been changed.
 
In that moment everything changed for House Abascar as well.
 
 
It began with a jolt, not a tremor.
 
Tabor Jan had been yawning as he reclined atop a boulder and counted the brightening stars. Sleep, out of reach for many nights, had seemed almost possible.
 
But then the ground beneath him bucked like a furious steed. He scrambled to the path, unsheathing his sword as if he might smite the earth in reprimand. From deep within Barnashum came a sound like hundreds of drums. The shaking intensified. The refuge exhaled clouds of dust through shielded entryways.
 
“Not part of the plan,” he muttered.
 
Rubble spilled down the cliffs in the quiet that followed, dust sighing into the thickets below.
 
 “Cal-raven,” he said. Another name came to mind. Brevolo.
 
Then came a distant cacophony of voices. Rivers of people were rushing out onto the open ledges.
 
Even as he scanned the scene for the woman he loved, Tabor Jan pushed his way through the crowds, shouting to soldiers that their first priority was to find Cal-raven.
 
Hagah bounded suddenly into Tabor Jan’s path. The soldier seized the dog’s flabby neck. “Hagah—Cal-raven!”
 
Thrilled by the command, the dog turned as if jerked by a chain and almost threw himself off the cliffs. It was all the captain could do to keep up with him.
 
He found himself running toward the sound of triumphant yelps beyond the base of the cliffs. Dog had found master. The king was alive.
 
Kneeling among the brambles, Cal-raven embraced Hagah, blinking as if he’d been knocked silly by a falling stone.
 
“Are you hurt?” Tabor Jan scanned the shadowed ground.
 
“Didn’t you see it?” Cal-raven pointed north toward the Cragavar.
 
“See it? I felt it. I think they may have felt it in Bel Amica.We may have cave-ins. I’m taking you back.”
 
“No, not the quake,” said Cal-raven, exhilarated. “Didn’t you see it?”
 
Tabor Jan braced himself. “See…what?” Then the exuberance of Calraven’s expression triggered a spasm of alarm. “No! Don’t say it!”
 
“But Tabor Jan, I saw—”
 
“Swallow that story, my lord!” He would have preferred a beastman sighting. “Don’t speak of it to the people. Especially not tonight.”
 
“Not tonight! What could bring them more comfort than to hear—”
 
“If the grudgers hear you respond to this quake with some wild description of a phantom on our doorstep—”
 
“Grudgers attacked me tonight.”
 
“Did you see their faces?”
 
“No, but I became acquainted with their arrows.” He laughed. “I also became quite familiar with the Keeper. Nose-to-nose, in fact.”
 
Tabor Jan scowled. “I haven’t slept for so long I’m having nightmares while I’m awake.”
 
 “It pointed me north, Tabor Jan!We’ve got to ride—”
 
“We’ll ride tomorrow, Cal-raven. Just as you planned.” He urged Cal-raven back toward the cliffs, and they clambered over piles of rubble newly shaken from the heights. A tumult of voices filled the sky.
 
Hurrying down a steep ridge, an enormous guard came stumbling to meet them.
 
“Bowlder, how many are hurt?”
 
“Cave-in!” he wheezed. “Must…dig out…three people.”
 
“I assume you’ve called for Say-ressa. Without her healing hands we…” Tabor Jan stopped, stricken as he read Bowlder’s expression.
 
He turned to Cal-raven, but the king was strangely preoccupied with the moon above the northern horizon.
 
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  • Posted April 21, 2012

    Evil is spreading throughout the land of Jeffrey Overstreet&rsqu

    Evil is spreading throughout the land of Jeffrey Overstreet’s third novel in the Auralia’s Thread series. The people of House Abascar are living a hardscrabble life in caves and losing faith in their king, Cal-raven. Some of them think he talks too much of visions and fairy tales. In the previous novel, their caves were attacked by beastmen, men in bondage to a horrible curse which hulks them out like wild, contorted beasts. Now, they worry about vines called “feelers” or “deathweeds” which appear to be spreading everywhere, grabbing men or animals and pulling them into the earth.

    In the middle of this, a few visionaries, like Cal-raven, are telling their people of worlds elsewhere. They remember the vivid, almost spiritual, colors that Auralia teased out of nature. They find small spots of those colors in the wild and healing in common things like pure water. Legends, like The Keeper, an enormous dragon who seems to keep a wise, though distant, eye on them, are being revealed. Abascar has a hope beyond any they could imagine, if they can only hold on long enough to see it.

    By contrast, the people of House Bel Amica seek the latest pleasures and want to be distracted constantly. They live on the coast where there is a great wealth of food and trade. The Seers rule their philosophy, urging them to pray to moon spirits and pursue their own desires above all. I doubt Bel Amicans ever urge each other to get a grip on reality. When refugees from Abascar find shelter in Bel Amica, their leaders begin to worry they will never want to leave this luxurious city.

    Overstreet has created a magical world. I’m fascinated by its natural glory. When the visionary characters do marvelous things or make inspiring culture, they don’t use magic. They apply artistic skill to tease out of the natural world beauty that’s either hidden or disregarded. Though their world is dangerous, many natural elements encourage health, peace, and hope. When these elements are magnified by artists, they comfort some and inspire others to noble work.

    Raven's Ladder is a thrilling third part of this four-part series. The revelations that conclude the book are monumental, and there’s a story in the mid-section that appears to put this fantasy world in a new context, hinting at who the Seers are and how mankind came into this place. Noting the title, the focus of this novel is on Cal-raven, Abascar’s king. He wrestles with himself as a leader and as a man and also with his visions of a bright future in pursuit of The Keeper’s tracks. That name, The Keeper, and the faith of some of the characters may lead you to suspect a thinly veiled God-figure. You might think Aslan has been restyled as a dragon, but he hasn’t. The Keeper is a complicated animal, who appears to respond to prayers as well as act like any other intelligent beast. I could say more, but I’d rather you enjoy the mystery yourself.

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  • Posted March 12, 2010

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    great book--but read in order!

    "I don't like feeling stupid when I read" are the exact words I used to describe to someone how I felt about Raven's Ladder. As I worked through the book, I frequently had to stop and ponder what I'd read or even go back and reread a section. I often mentally--and sometimes verbally--expressed my frustration with Overstreet's lack of description of places and creatures I had no concept of. Then it hit me: Overstreet certainly described those very things in the first book of the series! Of course I was confused and frustrated--I had jumped headlong into the second half of the story!

    Once I got through the first 200 pages of the 380 page book, the puzzle pieces began falling into place, and I started to appreciate Overstreet's story. As the book ended, I felt like I was just getting started, and I am very curious about what will happen next to the characters who at first frustrated me. Also, the last two pages left me with a gasping "aha!" moment ... and I really love those!

    Following House Abscar's destruction, King Cal-raven leads the survivors on a journey to find a place to establish New Abscar. After Cal-raven disappears, the Abscar survivors find their way to House Bel Amica, where they find favor with the royal family. The queen's Seers, however, would love nothing more than to destroy the survivors ... and the royal family. Cal-raven's faith in the Keeper will be tested as he attempts to regain leadership over his people, rescue the ale boy and the Treasure from House Cent Regus, and discover what happened to Auralia. (See? What did I say about it not making sense if you haven't read the first two books?)

    Should you read it? If you enjoy fantasy, a la Lord of the Rings. But please read the books in the proper order!

    This book was provided for review by the WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group.

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  • Posted March 12, 2010

    Good Reading

    This book was provided for review by the WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group.

    This book was hard to pick up on, since it is the third in the series, and I've never read the first two books. It has its own storyline, but a lot of it is meant to tie in with the other two, and so I couldn't really get all of the storyline. Parts of it to me were a bit slow, but it was a good read. Like Lady Carliss, it is full of battles and adventure. Aside from not knowing the full story of the series, this was also a good read.

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  • Posted March 12, 2010

    Great Fantasy Book!

    Raven's Ladder is the third book of this series, so it was a bit difficult reading this at first since I have not read the other two books: Auralia's Colors and Cyndere's Midnight. As I continued to read this story though, it kept drawing me deeper and deeper into the book. The further I read, the more I seemed to better understand and enjoy the story line.

    Over all, I really enjoyed reading this book. The only recommendation that I'd like to offer is to read this series in order. I think in doing so your reading experience of this fantasy series will be enhanced and much more enjoyable.

    Many thanks to Waterbrook Multnomah Publishing for providing me the opportunity to review this book.

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  • Posted March 12, 2010

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    Slow at the beginning, but worth the read.

    This one took me a little while to get into it. In the beginning of the story I was lost as to who the characters were and what exactly was going on. (Little did I know when I started this that it was the third in a series, I think I should have read the other two first.) There is a "glossary" of characters in the back, and through the first few chapters I referred to that quite a bit.

    The story began to get pretty interesting around chapter 9. Before that there were a few good moments, but I think the meat of the story began around that chapter.

    The writing was pretty good. The imagination of Overstreet is great. The descriptions of some of the creatures is good enough to give you a image of them even though they are imaginary.

    The story deals greatly with faith, and a struggle between two different faiths. I think the subject of faith is difficult to write about as a story of mystical fiction, I've read a few books of the same type that were way off the mark, but Overstreet did a pretty good job with it.

    I didn't love the book, but it was intriguing enough (after the first few chapters) to keep me reading. I would liked to have read the first two in the series before hand, maybe I wouldn't have been so lost in the beginning, but I think that even without the previous books there was still something to be gained from this one.

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  • Posted March 11, 2010

    Raven's Ladder

    Raven's Ladder is the third book in The Auralia Thread which also includes Auralia's Colors and Cyndere's Midnight. I have not had the chance to read either of those books. In Raven's Ladder, The House of Abascar was destroyed in a huge earthquake and all of its people are now displaced and living in caves. Cal-Raven (the child King) has an encounter with The Keeper (a godlike mythical creature) and is urged to find his now displaced people a new home. Raven's Ladder is a chronicle of their journey and the obstacles they encounter.




    Raven's Ladder is also a Christian Fantasy book which makes it unusual in the fantasy genre. Very subtly the author weaves in messages about faith and good versus right. I found that aspect of the story very inspiring and enjoyed watching the characters grow. The series doesn't end with Raven's Ladder, there should be a fourth book to look forward to.

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  • Posted March 9, 2010

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    A DEADLY MENACE IS BREAKING THROUGH THE GROUND. THE PEOPLE OF ABASCAR MUST ABANDON THEIR STONE REFUGE AND FLEE INTO VULNERABILITY IN THE FOREST. BUT THEIR KING HAS HAD A VISION.

    Following the beacon of Auralia's colors and the footsteps of a mysterious dream-creature, King Cal-raven has discovered a destination for his weary crowd of refugees. It's a city only imagined in legendary tales. And it gives him hope to establish New Abascar.

    But when Cal-raven is waylaid by fortune hunters, his people become vulnerable to a danger more powerful than the prowling beastmen--House Bel Amica. In this oceanside kingdom of wealth, enchantment, and beauty, deceitful Seers are all too eager to ensnare House Abascar's wandering throng.

    Even worse, the Bel Amicans have discovered Auralia's colors, and are twisting a language of faith into a lie of corruption and control.

    If there is any hope for the people of Abascar, it lies in the courage of Cyndere, daughter of Bel Amica's queen; the strength of Jordam the beastman; and the fiery gifts of the ale boy, who is devising a rescue for prisoners of the savage Cent Regus beastmen.

    As his faith suffers one devastating blow after another, Cal-raven's journey is a perilous climb from despair to a faint gleam of hope--the vision he sees in Auralia's colors.

    I loved this book and found myself completely lost in this world with these amazing characters. If you love books like Lord of the Rings and the Chronicles of Narnia, than this is a book for you to read.

    I was provided with a complimentary copy of this book to review by WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group. If you would like additional information on this book and where to purchase, please click on the link provided below.

    http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400074679

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  • Posted March 7, 2010

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    Raven's Ladder Review

    Raven's Ladder continues the story of Auralia,Cal-raven and Cyndere among others in this third book in this series, Auralia's Thread. Auralia's Colors being the first and followed by Cyndere's Midnight. There is a large cast of characters, with quite a few from the previous books.King Cal-Ravens hope to create a peaceful kingdom is thwarted by all sorts of man and beasts in different forms. His faith will be challenged time after time as he goes about trying to establish New Abascar for his people. The story is written with great imagination. The story has plenty of classic bloody fantasy action. The story has romance,betrayal, magic and evil. If you are a person that enjoys the Christian fantasy genre or even just fantasy stlye of writing ,the Auralia's Thread series is for you. I do recommend reading the first two books so as to get a good feel for the story. I had not read the previous books so it was hard for me to follow although the guide in the back of the book did help.

    This book was provided for review by the WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group

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  • Posted January 18, 2010

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    strong inspirational fantasy

    When he was a prince Cal-raven freed Auralia's Colors only to find their "house" collapsed killing his father. Still believing that the Keeper sent Auralia to them for a reason, he led his people to safety inside a stone labyrinth after overcoming the beastmen (see Cyndere's Midnight). However their refuge proves unsafe when something from underground is trying to drill through the stones. The people of Abascar flee again while their ruler King Cal-raven foretells the rebuilding of a New Abascar.

    However, King Cal-raven is distracted by the Seers of the House Bel Amica. He fails to protect his people who have plans for the wanderers and having learned of Auralia's Colors from those they have trapped with their charms, they weave this into their lies. Only Cyndere as daughter of Bel Amica's widow Queen Thesera abetted by Jordam the House of Cent Regus beastman; and "Rescue" the mysterious ale boy can save the weary wanderers. However they must overcome the brutal cursed Cent Regus beastmen, the sneaky Seers advisors to the queen of Bel Amica and the wavering monarch Cal-raven having lost his faith in the colors and his vision.

    The third colorful Abascar religious fantasy is a terrific entry with a powerful message of keep the faith at all times especially when you feel abandoned. The story line is fast-paced but character driven as Cyndere continues to believe even more so while Cal-raven is losing his beliefs. Although filled with action throughout, it is the King's questioning what the Keeper wants for the House of Abascar that he helped to collapse that makes this a strong inspirational fantasy.

    Harriet Klausner

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