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“[A] rather stunning new fantasy novel….[Shadowbridge] achieves a kind of Florentine grace and balance rare in modern fantasy, interpolating tales within tales, playing ingenious games with point of view, and offering more than a few passages of surpassingly lovely prose. It's a far more important novel than its almost generic-sounding title would suggest….For all its painterly beauty, Shadowbridge is a tough-minded novel that confronts some disturbing issues, and that is remarkably efficient in the telling; even...
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Overview

“[A] rather stunning new fantasy novel….[Shadowbridge] achieves a kind of Florentine grace and balance rare in modern fantasy, interpolating tales within tales, playing ingenious games with point of view, and offering more than a few passages of surpassingly lovely prose. It's a far more important novel than its almost generic-sounding title would suggest….For all its painterly beauty, Shadowbridge is a tough-minded novel that confronts some disturbing issues, and that is remarkably efficient in the telling; even though it's only the first half of a duology to be completed next spring, it gets as much done in barely over 250 pages as many other fantasies do in big-brown-bag trilogies…[Frost has] a lot of explaining to do, and it's not likely that anyone who reads this compelling and original novel will fail to follow it into the second volume. Frost could be on his way toward a masterpiece.”
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"Shadowbridge is a labyrinthine web of causeways, spiraling out across a vast shallow sea, whose cultures are blends of our own history and mythology.  Frost's considerable powers of imagination and description ground the disparate locales and societies of his world throughstory -  those lived, told to and by young Leodora in her journey of self-discovery.  Beautifully written and realized."
--Jeffrey Ford, author of THE EMPIRE OF ICE CREAM

“Orphaned 16-year-old Leodora, a talented puppeteer and storyteller, is forced to hide her identity and gender as she travels the spans and tunnels of the ocean-crossing Shadowbridge in Frost’s exciting first of a diptych. Stubborn and god-touched, Leodora feels nearly friendless until she meets a youth with similar gifts. Diverus, an enslaved simpleton, is endowed with intelligence and uncanny musical abilities when an unpredictable deity visits his span. When Diverus plays and Leodora performs, their synergy creates magic and brings them instant fame. Only Leodora’s mentor, the perpetually drunken Soter, realizes that their brilliance attracts dangerous chaos energy, and he must protect the young pair while keeping long-held secrets about the deaths of Leodora’s parents and the dangers of her talent. Frost (Fitcher’s Brides) draws richly detailed human characters and embellishes his multilayered stories with intriguing creatures–benevolent sea dragons, trickster foxes, death-eating snakes and capricious gods–that make this fantasy a sparkling gem of mythic invention and wonder.”–Publishers Weekly

“Shadowbridge is a world constructed on the spans of bridges, so vast that no one can cross every bridge, in which occasionally gods walk the earth and drop their gifts into the hands of the unsuspecting. Leodora is a traveling puppeteer storyteller known as Jax to protect her identity. Hers is a story of events that began with her speaking to a god. As in conversations with gods in many other stories, the most important thing is left unsaid. From walking the spans to collecting the strange tales of every place she visits to picking up a god-touched musician for her act, Leodora’s journey is filled with the brilliant details of Frost’s masterful world building. The tale starts taking on tension as Leodora’s fame grows and she begins attracting dangerous attention, the kind last attracted by her predecessor, the legendary Bardsham. Leodora’s traveling companion and manager, Soter, traveled with Bardsham, too, and clearly knows more of his fate than he’s telling. He drops hints sometimes, when distracted, but never quite tells Leodora the whole story. Frost has created a world containing all manner of fantastic story and the promise of a fascinating history as Leodora moves into her destiny and the unknown future.”–Booklist (starred review)

“One of fantasy’s most challenging thinkers, who also knows how to tell a top-notch story.”
–Karen Traviss, New York Times bestselling author of City of Pearl


Sprung from a timeless dream, Shadowbridge is a world of linked spans arching high above glittering seas. It is a world of parading ghosts, inscrutable gods, and dangerous magic. Most of all, it is a world of stories.

No one knows those stories better than Leodora, a young shadow-puppeteer who travels Shadowbridge collecting the intertwining tales and myths of each place she passes through, then retells them in performances whose genius has begun to attract fame . . . and less welcome attention.

For Leodora is fleeing a violent past, as are her two companions: her manager, Soter, an elderly drunkard who also served Ledora’s father, the legendary puppeteer Bardsham; and Diverus, her musical accompanist, a young man who has been blessed, and perhaps cursed, by the touch of a nameless god.

Now, as the strands of a destiny she did not choose begin to tighten around her, Leodora is about to cross the most perilous bridge of all–the one leading from the past to the future.

Shadowbridge is the first novel in a two-book adventure.

Praise for Gregory Frost

“Frost demonstrates his mastery of the short story form in what will surely rank as one of the best fantasy collections of the year.”
–Publishers Weekly (starred review), on Attack of the Jazz Giants and Other Stories

“Suspenseful . . . hard to put down . . . will stay with the reader for a long time.”
–BookPage, on Fitcher’s Brides

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Editorial Reviews

Kathleen Ann Goonan
Shadowbridge ends abruptly, yet the energy of the story will pull most readers on to the second part of this two-book adventure…Frost has set up a compelling world, brimming with energy and memorable characters.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Orphaned 16-year-old Leodora, a talented puppeteer and storyteller, is forced to hide her identity and gender as she travels the spans and tunnels of the ocean-crossing Shadowbridge in Frost's exciting first of a diptych. Stubborn and god-touched, Leodora feels nearly friendless until she meets a youth with similar gifts. Diverus, an enslaved simpleton, is endowed with intelligence and uncanny musical abilities when an unpredictable deity visits his span. When Diverus plays and Leodora performs, their synergy creates magic and brings them instant fame. Only Leodora's mentor, the perpetually drunken Soter, realizes that their brilliance attracts dangerous chaos energy, and he must protect the young pair while keeping long-held secrets about the deaths of Leodora's parents and the dangers of her talent. Frost (Fitcher's Brides) draws richly detailed human characters and embellishes his multilayered stories with intriguing creatures-benevolent sea dragons, trickster foxes, death-eating snakes and capricious gods-that make this fantasy a sparkling gem of mythic invention and wonder. (Dec.)

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Library Journal

Born on a world of bright seas crossed by glittering spans that provide homes for the planet's population, the girl called Leodora finds her true calling as a shadow puppeteer, collector, and performer of the stories of each culture she encounters. Disguised as a man, Leodora performs as Jax, the greatest shadow puppeteer since the legendary Bardisham, her mysterious father; only her two companions, the drunkard Soter who once served Bardisham and the young musician Diverus, touched by the blessing or curse of a nameless god, know the truth-and their knowledge could mean death for them all in a world that does not accept women as keepers and performers of the stories of their lives. Frost (Lyrec; Fitcher's Brides) brings elegance and grace to a novel that explores the importance of memory and imagination in the forging of a destiny. This first entry in a new series set in the unusual fantasy world of Shadowbridge is a good purchase for all fantasy collections.


—Jackie Cassada
School Library Journal

Orphaned 16-year-old Leodora, a talented puppeteer and storyteller, is forced to hide her identity and gender as she travels the spans and tunnels of the ocean-crossing Shadowbridge in Frost's exciting first of a diptych. Stubborn and god-touched, Leodora feels nearly friendless until she meets a youth with similar gifts. Diverus, an enslaved simpleton, is endowed with intelligence and uncanny musical abilities when an unpredictable deity visits his span. When Diverus plays and Leodora performs, their synergy creates magic and brings them instant fame. Only Leodora's mentor, the perpetually drunken Soter, realizes that their brilliance attracts dangerous chaos energy, and he must protect the young pair while keeping long-held secrets about the deaths of Leodora's parents and the dangers of her talent. Frost (Fitcher's Brides) draws richly detailed human characters and embellishes his multilayered stories with intriguing creatures-benevolent sea dragons, trickster foxes, death-eating snakes and capricious gods-that make this fantasy a sparkling gem of mythic invention and wonder. (Dec.)

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Kirkus Reviews
First of a fantasy duology set in an ocean world spanned by magical bridges, from Frost (Attack of the Jazz Giants, 2005, etc.). With both her mother, rebellious Leandra, and father, Bardsham, the world's greatest shadow-puppeteer, dead, strong-willed, red-headed Leodora grows up in the house of her domineering, brutal uncle Gousier. Nearby lives a drunken old man, Soter, the heir to Bardsham's puppets, with which Leodora soon reveals a talent at least the equal of her legendary father. From the sea she retrieves a weightless mass of coral, man-shaped and magically aware. Gousier, however, plans to marry Leodora off to the local village idiot, and she prevails upon Soter to flee with her. Meanwhile, the procurer Mother Kestrel chains a young, nameless, starving imbecile inside a Dragon Bowl, where the youth must await the coming of a god; Kestrel intends to appropriate whatever gifts the god bestows. But when a god finally descends, he brings nothing but a random assortment of containers. Furious, Kestrel sells the youth to a boy-brothel, little knowing that the youth, henceforth named Diverus, has gained enlightenment. Diverus stoically serves food and drink to the brothel's patrons, who come to inhale the addictive exhalations of demons. Implausibly, Leodora arrives in the brothel and listens to Diverus play god-inspired music. Needing a musician for her puppetry, she contrives-even more implausibly-to escape with the lad during a raid. Leodora's shows henceforth attract ecstatic audiences but also unwelcome supernatural attention, and again she must flee. Meandering stories within stories, with a rich but nearly indecipherable backdrop and no discernable plot: for tenacious readerswilling to be tantalized. Agent: Shana Cohen/Stuart Krichevsky Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345497581
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/15/2008
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 1,475,296
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 0.60 (d)

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Chapter 1

Conferring with Gods

The first time Leodora spoke to a god, she had climbed to the top of the bridge tower and she was masked.

It was late in her third day on the span called Vijnagar, a broad segment on one of the infinite bridges that uncoil across the oceans of Shadowbridge. She went there to withdraw before her performance as the mysterious puppeteer known as Jax, to be herself awhile, and to answer to no one.

The towers—there were three supporting Vijnagar—were like great flat-topped and frieze-covered behemoths looming above the buildings and creatures on the surface that threaded the distances between them. Leodora climbed up the outside of the western pylon, going up the rungs hand over hand. To either side of her, statues of avatars and demons, monsters and heroes hung out from the corners to stare at one another, so that the climber between them could not help sensing the painted eyes that seemed to watch her hooded figure as it ascended. Most of their identities, along with their stories, were unknown to her. Like any span of Shadowbridge, Vijnagar had its own gods and tales, and she hadn’t been here long enough to collect many of the stories, but she did recognize some of the elements: the talaria that sprouted from one figure’s ankles, the gnarled knobkerrie brandished by another. These things described and adorned gods and heroes she’d heard of, whose tales she knew from elsewhere—some from the three spans she’d traveled before this. Other objects confounded her, and she hung awhile between sky and sea, trying to guess what purpose they served. One of the figures, in a long coat, leaned around from the back edge and held up a disk as if about to hand it to her. It looked like a shell strung on a necklace that, instead of circling his throat, plugged into his ears. What could that possibly be? And what legend could it be from? The next figure above him didn’t help her, either. Painted black, with spiked blue hair, sharp-tipped ears, and red eyes like flames, the figure’s identity eluded her, too.

She climbed on.

At the top she reached up and, finding gouged handholds, curled her fingers into them and pulled herself over the edge. Her blue shadow stretched before her. She lay against the cool stone to catch her breath, staring down the length of the walkway that ran to the far side of tower. Finally she gathered herself up and knelt on one knee.

On both sides of the walkway stood more statues, figures larger than life, two rows of them hedging it all the way to the far side of the span, where presumably there were other rungs down the opposite pylon. The statues were positioned, as gods should be, overlooking the buildings and beings of Vijnagar. She wondered if the gods of enigmatic Edgeworld had cast the statues when they made this span or if it was the inhabitants of Vijnagar who had chiseled them. The nearest ones looked to have been brightly painted once upon a time, long ago. The colors had all but faded away.

Leodora got to her feet. The walkway was deserted. Unlike on the span of Phosphoros, where other people frequented the tops of the supporting towers, she was alone here. She pushed back the hood of her tunic and, reaching behind her, undid the ribbons of the domino mask that covered her head to the nose, then drew the mask away. She sighed as if all of her tension had been bound up in the disguise, as perhaps it had. The thick braid of her red hair unfurled from inside her hood.

Turning about, she beheld the world.

The sun hung like a spectacular gong behind thin clouds on the horizon, not quite ready to relinquish the sky to the two deformed moons of Saphon and Gyjio. They were creeping up into the eastern sky behind her like two furtive eyes while the sun’s dusking light spread molten gold across the sea and painted every spire and minaret with its fire.

This was the hour when sacrifices were performed and spells cast and oracles consulted; the time when light and darkness split the world down below, and one could seek for glimpses of each in the other.

The dying evening wind plucked at her loose clothes, the breeze sliding up her sleeves and dancing around her torso, billowing her tunic like a sail. It reminded her of a moment in the story of how Death came into the world.

She leaned over and looked down the way she had climbed.

In the ocean below, the shadowy shapes of large fish clustered around the immense pier at the base of the pylon, there to breed in the warm, buoyant water. On many spans fishing off a pierside was a popular pastime, but not on Vijnagar, where the people held many fish to be sacred, some by decree. No one’s line dangled in among the fish she saw.

The notion of fishing drew forth an unpleasant memory. For most of her life Leodora had viewed Shadowbridge only from below one straight and decrepit span, called Ningle; it was somewhere off to the east, over the horizon, part of another bridge. Almost as an act of defiance now, she climbed the tower heights of spans to look upon the world as though it might be something she could possess. As if she reigned with the lined-up avatars in a sky palace somewhere even higher.

In the sun fire she glowed like a burnished goddess—a goddess of Edgeworld, surveying the whole of Shadowbridge from beyond the moons. She would have climbed through the clouds themselves if there had been a ladder so tall.

She ran a hand over the top of her head, caught the leather strip binding her braid, gave it a tug. Her hair fanned out across her neck and shoulders—hair as copper and shining as the sunlight upon the sea. She shook it, luxuriating in the freedom. Here, on this height, she was unrestrained.

Stepping back, she turned and strolled a ways between the stone figures. There to the right was one that might have been Chilingana, one of whose stories she would be performing tonight. Glancing left, she spied a figure of certain identity—the demigod Shumyzin, recognizable by the tusks protruding from his mouth. He faced west and brandished a shield and short sword to hold off a clawing gorgon whose snarling face promised death. The swollen sun gave color to Shumyzin’s terrible pop-eyed and unpainted features. Almost health. She sauntered over to him and ran her hand along the edge of his shield, then crouched on the balls of her feet and peered from beneath it down upon the span itself.

Far below, hundreds of people milled about in the lanes and crooked byroads. She regarded the onion domes of spires finished in gold filigree, the sloping roofs of simple houses cast in darkness beneath them, and colorful tower cupolas, no two the same shade. In one slender nearby minaret, a servant carried a torch from level to level, lighting candles and oil lamps, kindling globes of fairy light in window after window, creating a steadily rising spiral of candescent jewels.

Open fires lit Kalian Esplanade, one of the two main thoroughfares. The first torchbearers had emerged to look for work—for couples and parties they could escort from place to place. There was good money to be made by a well-spoken and knowledgeable torchbearer. Theirs and other lights coruscated the length of the span, all the way to the northernmost support tower of Vijnagar. The salmon sunlight also bathed the flat-topped heights of that terminus. She espied the edge of the next span beyond it, curving out from behind that tower and dwindling into the darkness of the northern sea.

A goddess’s peace settled upon her as she contemplated her temporary domain. “This is where I belong,” she said. And it was true, and she had always known it. Never again would she live beneath the endless spans of the bridge of life, watching but separate and unwelcome. She was going to be forever of the life, immersed.

The breeze whispered across her face, suddenly cool. She glanced up.

The statue of Shumyzin was staring down at her over the rim of the shield with furious eyes. “Hai,” said the statue as if in agreement.

Leodora skittered back from beneath him.

Shumyzin’s head tracked her over his shoulder. He didn’t look like a statue anymore. His skin was bluish beneath the sun’s glow. His huge eyes glistened white with pinprick pupils. Around his tusks he was smiling. His golden armor gleamed.

“Who are you?” she said, the only question she could think to ask.

“You don’t know? I thought sure you did.” His voice was a growl, as if gravel slid roughly inside his lungs.

“I—” She dared to look away from him. “Statues can’t talk.”

“But gods can.”

“But a statue isn’t—” she began, then gave up. Even she recognized her impertinence.

“—isn’t a god?” he finished. “And I suppose that a traveling storyteller posturing over a city should be? Especially when that city might eject her if it knew she was a woman.” He pointed his bronze sword at her.

She shook her head. Had he somehow read her thoughts? She tried to gauge whether she could get to the end of the tower and reach the rungs before he caught her.

“If you’re so certain of your divinity,” he said, “show me what you do. Tell me my story.”

“Tell?”

“That is what you do, isn’t it?” He looked at himself, at his colorless feet where encroaching night had cut off the sunlight. “And you had better be quick, too, or I’ll be stone again and it won’t count for anything.”

She goggled at him, unable to think.

“So, it was just empty talk, then,” Shumyzin derided her. “A child’s whimsy. A true god would know another god’s story. They know all the stories that are.”

Her jaw set defiantly. She didn’t like being taunted, not by anyone. She knew his tale, all right. Soter had taught it to her five years ago, when she was eleven.

“Well?” challenged the demigod.

Leodora drew a deep breath and recited.

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  • Posted April 14, 2012

    Frost's storytelling style is unique, his characters enchanting,

    Frost's storytelling style is unique, his characters enchanting, and his setting mysterious. Shadowbridge and the sequel, Lord Tophet, resemble nothing more closely than one of Frost's own spiralling city-worlds, throwing out brilliant and new vistas with every chapter. The books, grafted together from a dazzling array of past legends and current wanderings, are NOT meant to be cohesive, plot-driven, or fully detailed. They ARE meant to be adventurous and worthwhile from beginning to end: Frost's work comes across as startlingly beautiful, like a story glimpsed in a dream or remembered from a sunny childhood.

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  • Posted April 20, 2010

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    Masterful Storytelling

    It's perfect that the plot of the book surrounds a masterful storyteller, as Gregory Frost is one himself. I had heard about this wonderful book by word of mouth -- and to be honest, it's been sitting on my shelf for months. And now I certainly regret that I waited for so long to read it... it's one of the best books I've come across in ages!

    This isn't a collection of short stories, but if you enjoy them, you'll really enjoy this format. Frost weaves together the main character's story with the tales she tells, and the result is riveting. I personally care nothing for short stories, but found myself interested in how each of the tales contributed to the bigger picture. Adventure, fantasy, mythology... it contains all the necessary ingredients for a book you won't be able put down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2008

    Storytelling at its best

    This is a tale of a female puppeteer, her drunken coordinator, and a god-touched musician, all of whom are running from unhappy pasts, set in a watery world covered with bridges and given a liberal dose of magic. This is book one of two, the second of which is coming out in June, called Lord Tophet. All in all, it's a fantastically done book, wrought with myths within myths. Leodora is a collector of stories, several of which are featured in the book, and are lovely works in and of themselves. I was lucky enough to hear Frost read part of this aloud last summer, and was hooked then. The writing itself is excellent Frost has a way of drawing you in with the prose alone and keeping you there. Add to that a wonderful trio of characters, and you have a book that's hard to put down. SHADOWBRIDGE is fully deserving of being nominated for a World Fantasy award, because it is the epitome of what fantasy could and should be.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    SHADOWBRIDGE is an odd place consisting of immense interconnected bridges sitting over an endless ocean with dots of land. People live on these bridges. On the Ningle Span, young shadow-puppeteer Leodora tells a story to the god Shumyzin in exchange for him revealing her future however, he fails to explain what he means when he warns her to be careful.---------- Leodora already understand caution as her parents vanished without a trace and the old sot Soter saved her life, but her uncle treats her like a slave instead of a family member. Forced to flee after breaking several taboos that mean torture and death, Leodora accompanied by Soter as her manager begins touring the bridge communities dressed as a man, as only a male can troubadour alone. She performs as Jax the puppeteer. She, as a he, begins to obtain a reputation, but some prefer the new storyteller dead.--------- The strange world of SHADOWBRIDGE comes across as genuine because of the differing reactions to the endless sea as some people fear the water while others like Leodora feel at home. The gods act like the Greek gods with their whimsical interference for instance changing a contented but somewhat moronic musician into a superstar who understands the meaning of life to his bitter regret. Fantasy readers will appreciate this well written tale, but many like this reviewer will feel somewhat cheated as the abrupt ending of this book is no true ending but instead a feeder to the second part of the saga.------------- Harriet Klausner

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