The Summer Dragon: First Book of the Evertide

The Summer Dragon: First Book of the Evertide

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by Todd Lockwood
     
 

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The debut novel from the acclaimed illustrator—a high fantasy adventure featuring dragons and deadly politics.

Maia and her family raise dragons for the political war machine. As she comes of age, she hopes for a dragon of her own to add to the stable of breeding parents. But the war goes badly, and the needs of the Dragonry dash her hopes. Her

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The debut novel from the acclaimed illustrator—a high fantasy adventure featuring dragons and deadly politics.

Maia and her family raise dragons for the political war machine. As she comes of age, she hopes for a dragon of her own to add to the stable of breeding parents. But the war goes badly, and the needs of the Dragonry dash her hopes. Her peaceful life is shattered when the Summer Dragon—one of the rare and mythical High Dragons—makes an appearance in her quiet valley. The Summer Dragon is an omen of change, but no one knows for certain what kind of change he augurs. Political factions vie to control the implied message, each to further their own agendas.

And so Maia is swept into an adventure that pits her against the deathless Horrors—thralls of the enemy—and a faceless creature drawn from her fears. In her fight to preserve everything she knows and loves, she uncovers secrets that challenge her understanding of her world and of herself.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
03/28/2016
Illustrator Lockwood marks his debut as a novelist with this winning epic fantasy trilogy opener. Maia is the youngest daughter of a proud dragon-breeding family and hopes to claim a young dragon of her own to raise soon. But her life is thrown into disarray the day she and her brother see Getig, the Summer Dragon. The omen sends Maia on a journey to save her village and country from the malevolent Harodhi, invaders from a faraway land whose hideous necromantic experiments threaten everything Maia loves. But the knowledge she uncovers about the past of her militantly religious homeland of Gurvaan may send the nation into war with itself. Maia’s adventures are plotted and paced with impressive skill. Lockwood is as talented at describing the thrill of riding a dragon as he is at illustrating the spectacle (which he does for the book’s 21 interior illustrations and beautiful cover). The tone of his dialogue can be jarringly uneven in sections, but vivid imagery and a cast of rich, diverse characters combine to make Lockwood’s first full-length outing a rousing success. (May)
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“The master of dragon art brings the same skills to dragon storytelling. This is a compelling, fully realized story which is as detailed and exciting as anything since the Pern tales. A sure winner.” —Terry Brooks, New York Times-bestselling author of the Shannara novels
 
“It's no surprise that Todd Lockwood can build a wonderful setting and world—he does it with his art all the time. But what strikes me about The Summer Dragon is that the shining elements of this novel are the characters. Using words instead of his paintbrush, Todd builds characters you care about, laugh with and cheer for.” —R. A. Salvatore, New York Times-bestselling author of The Legend of Drizzt
 
“Todd Lockwood’s dragons come to life on the page: more than animals, different from humans, and beautifully plausible without losing their fantastic touch. The Summer Dragon offers a welcome new take on the dragon-riding genre.” —Marie Brennan, author of The Natural History of Dragons
 
“Renowned artist Todd Lockwood shares his debut novel at last, a written work as vivid as the dragons he so loves to paint.” —Shawn Speakman, author of The Dark Thorn
 
“The master of dragon art brings the same skills to dragon storytelling. This is a compelling, fantastically-wrought adventure story, and Maia, the brave, intelligent, but flawed heroine, someone you can really root for. And the dragons? Oh, the dragons!” —Lou Anders, author of Frostborn
 
“Packed with action and fully-developed characters, both human and scaly, Summer Dragon is a dragon for all seasons.” —Alan Dean Foster, author of Star Wars: The Force Awakens

"I loved The Summer Dragon! I couldn't put it down, even though I should have been working on my own book." —Kristen Britain, New York Times bestselling author of Green Rider

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780756408336
Publisher:
DAW
Publication date:
05/03/2016
Series:
Evertide Series , #1
Pages:
512
Sales rank:
96,970
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.28(d)

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Chapter Three

Darian outpaced me, but I knew where he was going. I could hear him in the brush ahead. Eventually I stopped trying to catch up to him and slowed to a walk. The day was bright and warm, but the cool green shadows and the rich, damp smell of earth and leaves refreshed me. The underbrush whipped against my legs.

On a normal day, we’d have taken our time checking the snares. There were wild berries in season. Choice mushrooms in the shadows. Other treasures to be found—arrowheads or spear points, or ancient, rusted pieces of machinery. But Darian had gone straight to our most productive trap, the one near the ruins.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Fren, or about Father’s anger. The day felt wrong—a confused mix of sun and warmth, terror and guilt, joy and sorrow. I was frowning when I caught up to Darian at last.

The crumbling walls and pillars of an ancient temple compound broke up the trees. More light reached the understory so there were tender leaves in abundance, and a small rivulet of snowmelt from the higher peaks provided fresh water. It never failed to bring grazers into our snare. A small deer had been impaled on the spear and lifted up above the reach of groundling predators. Darian had lowered the catch, reset the trap, and now prepared to dress the little deer.

I plucked some berries from a nearby bush; I didn’t want to see more blood. I sat on a block of marble with a pile of berries in my lap. I was often drawn to the ruins when Darian was busy with other tasks or when my own duties gave me an hour to myself. Riding on Grus, Mother used to bring me to the ruins for picnics when I was small. I felt a chill, as if her ghost were here and had brushed against me. I pushed the memories down and let the tumbled blocks and pillars distract me.

We didn’t know their story completely. The dhalla—Mabir, our local Temple priest—talked about it often, but we didn’t understand half of what he said. There was a name—Cinvat—an ancient city buried somewhere in the forest beyond the ridge that this temple once served. We knew the tales were important, of course, and that someone had put great effort into this ancient shrine. I liked to study the crumbling walls and the stumps of marble columns, all covered with remnants of carvings that suggested a story long lost. A statue made of two different colors of stone dominated the center of the patio. It showed two dragons, a black one carved out of dark stone below and a white one made of marble above, locked in combat. They didn’t look like our dragons.

“I wonder who carved them,” I wiped berry juice from my chin.

“You know—old dead people,” said Darian.

I scowled at him.

We knew they were Avar—the dhalla said so—High Dragons like the Emperor’s mysterious Korruzon. The White Dragon was Menog, and the black one was Dahak—that much I remembered, and their struggle was the epic climax to an ancient tale. A cataclysmic war had ended here long ago, but somehow the details never stuck with me.

“Were they real?”

“Of course they were.” Darian continued sawing with his knife.

I’d never before wondered if they represented something real. The ruins had only ever been inspiration for our imaginations. We summoned up armies of monsters to face and defeat in the course of a summer’s afternoon, before we climbed the cliffs overlooking the Copper Sea to watch the kiting of the ocean birds, which became fleets of attacking dragons in our eyes. We knew those tales best, for they were our tales, not like those of the dhalla. We were the heroes, and the victories were ours.

“Do you suppose our games were like . . .” I frowned, considering how to phrase the question, “like the ghosts of these people, trying to tell us their story?”

Darian looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. “That’s crazy-talk, Maia. I have no idea what you just said.”

I let it go. I wasn’t sure what I meant myself.

He finished dressing the deer and tossed the entrails into the bushes for smaller predators to find. Then he put the carcass out of the sun and washed his hands in the stream.

The perfect afternoon settled around me like a warm blanket. Perhaps Darian had been right to drag me out here after all. He could be a good friend when he wanted to be. I felt better.

But I knew we’d lingered long enough. “We need to get back, Dare.”

“There’s something I have to tell you, Maia.” I saw that same expression of unresolved conflict on his face.

My breath caught in my throat. “What?”

Darian scowled and kicked some dirt over the bloodied earth at his feet. “You’re not going to get a qit this year.”

Oh no . . . “This was our largest brood ever, with lots of—”

“Listen to me.”

He looked intensely uncomfortable, but finally managed to look me in the eyes again. “I overheard Father and Tauman talking last week, after the courier left. Something is going on . . . some new expedition or defense. The Ministry is grabbing up every baby it can. I don’t know what happened, but Father told Tauman that it sounded bad, like the Emperor is worried. Father said we may not keep any dragons this year or next.”

Or next?” My stomach sank.

“Which means I don’t get a dragon either, Maia. If we can’t keep two, we probably can’t keep any. A breeding pair has to bond early, right? The Ministry asked for a lot of babies. We could buy a second qit from one of the other aeries. Cuuloda maybe. But the Ministry isn’t leaving any to buy.”

“You’re certain?” I fought back anger.

“I’m sorry, Kidling.” That was the nickname he used when he needed to be both an older superior and a friend. “Tauman tried to convince Father. But the choice isn’t really theirs to make. It’s just not going to happen.” Darian sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulder. I shrugged it off. His hands flopped resignedly into his lap. The silence swallowed me. Words would not come.

Father had to make decisions based on business, but this made no sense to me. Could the Ministry really need so many qits that we couldn’t keep just two? Wouldn’t another breeding pair give them even more qits in the future?

No dragon. The little brown and buff female wouldn’t be mine, even though she and I both knew it was right—that we belonged to each other.

No dragon. I buried my head in my arms and remained that way for a long time. Darian was silent but stayed beside me. Finally, his arm tested my shoulders again. This time I allowed it. The events of this morning now felt like a prelude, a sure sign that things weren’t going to go well.

I thought of my mother again. “Dare . . . do you believe in curses?”

“No. Why would you ask such a question?”

I looked up and swallowed. “Do you think it’s possible for angry words and,” my voice caught, “bad deeds to create a curse, without meaning to?”

“You’re not cursed, Maia, if that’s what you’re thinking. Sometimes bad things just happen.” He hugged me a little tighter. “You have to learn to trust yourself.”

The world around us seemed eerily aware of my sorrow. A dead calm settled. The air had grown perfectly still. Not a bird or insect stirred.

“Listen how quiet it is.” Having made the observation, it suddenly struck me as unnatural, and Darian stiffened.

A soft whoosh of air rattled the leaves above us, and a shadow blotted the sun. Our heads snapped up, and the silhouette of a huge dragon passed above the treetops. As we gaped, the great beast sculled the air once, twice, with wings like the sails of a ship, and settled upon the tumble of ruins crowning the hill above.

It was the biggest thing I’d ever seen, colored like the sunset on a bronzed ocean horizon, with tinges of green at the edges of the wings and frill. It had horns like the twisted trunks of trees, and muscles that rippled with every least movement. Its scent wafted down the breeze toward us, rich with stone and earth, sap and spices, rain and lightning. It stretched upward and shook its mighty head so that the frill snapped like a flag. Then it looked lazily around, seemingly oblivious to our presence just down the hill. The air was charged with electricity.

I didn’t feel Darian’s hand on my arm until he shook me twice. “That’s a High Dragon!” he whispered. “Maybe even Getig, the Summer Dragon!” I was too dumbstruck to speak. “Do you know what that means?” he asked, but I wasn’t listening. I stood and started up the hill, drawn irresistibly to the magnificence of this animal. I disturbed a stone with my foot, and the great head turned our way. His gaze met my own briefly, and a chill shot down my spine, freezing my feet to the ground.

His eyes were molten copper orbs, the slits narrowed against the strong light. He fixed me with a look of stern evaluation, and I sensed an import, a sad urgency that I could not define. Time stopped as I tried to make meaning out of this strangely intimate gaze. My heart didn’t beat, my breath caught in my chest. Then the magnificent head dipped slightly, as if in acknowledgement of something, and he launched into the sky with a loud crack of leather and rush of air. He disappeared beyond the crest of the hill.

I tried to follow, but Darian pulled me backward by the shirt. “Do you know what this means? It’s a sign! The Summer Dragon! It’s a sign of big changes!” Darian took my face in his hands and made me look right at him. “I’m going to get my dragon!” He laughed. “Come on!

Then he was galloping down the hill toward the compound. I looked one more time at the hilltop, trying to see the beast again in my mind. As I turned, the statue of Menog and Dahak caught my eye. I knew in that instant that the sculptor had seen the Avar. He had known what they looked like. Before I’d always thought the sculpture exaggerated, but now I saw it was a subtle and realistic portrait. The arch of their necks, the breadth of their chests, the musculature of the wings—it was perfect.

The breeze stirred again at last, swirling some leaves about my ankles. Insects chirruped once more in the trees. A bird trilled lightly nearby. Darian’s feet crashed through the distant forest, and one long, happy whoohoo! echoed through the valley.

The absence at the top of the hill drew me. Before I realized, I’d started the climb. I crawled over lichen-covered boulders and logs, leapt a rivulet, scrambled through some ferns and bracken, and found the foot trail to the crest. Soon I emerged into sunlight, on the very spot where the creature stood when his eyes met mine. His scent still lingered among the scattered ruins—a summer smell of orchards and grass and earth, but no other sign that he’d been here. I hopped onto the highest outcropping, my arms wrapped around the stump of a pillar, and scanned the landscape beyond.

The sky was empty but for a few scudding drifts of cloud. Cliffs shone on the far side of the valley. For a moment I expected to see him there—we knew that wild dragons sometimes nested among those steep crags where they could command a view of everything that moved in the woods below. On occasion Mother and Darian and I had picnicked right here, to watch them wheeling in the far-off currents.

But this wasn’t one of the wildings, and I could see no dragons there now.

“Where did you go?” I could still smell him. Or was I simply more aware of the scents of summer? The birds’ calls were bright, melodic notes playing above the rush and murmur of the wind. The trees danced in undulating waves. I could feel the entire mass of the world below and around me, its tumble toward night, the pull of the universe on my bones. I closed my eyes; it felt like flying and falling all at once.

Was that him making me feel this way? Was that Getig? I’d been on the verge of tears just a few minutes before, but now I couldn’t help smiling as I viewed the valley. It seemed more than it was before, transformed in some indefinable way. Greener. More alive.

Sunlight flashed on something white in the trees below. My heightened awareness drew me to it. So out of place—a stark brightness in the deep shade. Intrigued, I gauged its direction from where I stood, climbed down from the outcropping, and slid my way down the scree slope below.

The trees below dwarfed any on our side of the hill, the undergrowth more lush and tangled. I fought my way through the dense border and into the open shade beneath the canopy. The air was cooler, rich with the smell of humus. The boles of the trees were straight and branchless, like pillars in a temple. Sunlight reduced to thin shafts of gauzy green flickered in and out of sight. Moss made the boulders and logs of the forest floor into a strangely smooth landscape of alien shapes. Frogs croaked nearby, but eerily, the moss deadened all sound.

I considered my bearings, then headed into the still, green depths. The terrain rose gently, and soon I saw sun flash on white ahead of me once again. A slab of broken stone, like an altar, created a space among the trees where sunbeams danced. Moss gave way to light-starved saplings, ferns, and the occasional wildflower. In the center of the table lay the corpse of a dragon.

It hadn’t been dead long, but scavengers had already stripped away most of the soft flesh. The white I’d seen was the skull, grinning nakedly, with only a few remnants of skin on cheek and forehead. Its remaining scales were a dusty stone color with patches of bronze, fairly common among the local mountain breed. Its neck was arched back in the contortions of death, the wings drawn in like crumpled tents. The torso was hollowed out, leaving a shell of ribs that crawled with ants and flies. The stench hit me all at once, and I moved to the upwind side. It didn’t help much, but I was both fascinated and repulsed.

It couldn’t have been very old—perhaps two or three years, judging by the size and what remained of the frill. I couldn’t tell if it was male or female, but it would have been saddle-trained long since had it been one of ours. It might even have been old enough to breed, had it found a mate. It wouldn’t have been as healthy as our farm-fed breeding stock, but would have been tough and smart. A serious injury might lead to starvation and death, but a dragon had no natural enemies apart from other dragons and humans. Every two or three years, a wilding would become a nuisance, and Father and Tauman would be forced to bring it down. But the hides and meat, bones and sinew were always salvaged. It would never be left to rot in the woods this way.

A cruel wire noose bit deeply into the bones of its left rear leg. It seemed that someone had tried to capture this animal, not kill it. But it broke loose, came here, and bled to death.

Poachers. Father would want to know.

I squatted down, looking into the empty eye sockets. “Poor thing.” I said. “I wish I could’ve seen you alive. Perhaps I have—perhaps Darian and I watched you from the hill.”

It was almost too much: Fren’s mauling, Darian’s news, the Summer Dragon. And now this. Was there no end of portents and news today? I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But then Darian’s words finally struck me: I’m going to get my dragon. Why would he assume that?

The Summer Dragon was a sign of big changes, he had said. Perhaps because we had seen him, those big changes would be ours.

I’m going to get my dragon. Perhaps I would get my dragon too.

I jumped up and ran back into the forest, crashed though the tangled margin, and scrambled up the slope. I was scratched and bruised by the time I reached the top of the hill again. I jumped up on the ruins for one last look back, just in case. And there he was.

Getig, the Summer Dragon, perched across the valley on a tall spire, his wings spread wide to warm in the sun, or perhaps to cool on a breeze. Then he leapt and snapped his huge wings downward, caught an updraft, beat his wings one more time, then turned and vanished beyond the line of cliffs. I watched for another few moments, but he didn’t reappear. I shivered in the full heat of the day.

Though my legs felt like they might crumple beneath me, I dashed toward home.

Excerpted from The Summer Dragon © Todd Lockwood, 2016

Meet the Author

Todd Lockwood's art has appeared on New York Times-bestselling novels, industry magazines, and fantasy/science fiction games, such as Dungeons and Dragons and Magic: The Gathering. He has won more than 15 Chesley Awards, including the Lifetime Achievement Award, and two World Fantasy Art Show Awards. He currently lives in Washington with his wife and three children. The Summer Dragon is his debut novel.

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The Summer Dragon: First Book of the Evertide 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
Anonymous 11 months ago
Written like the artist he is, Todd describes his fictional world with incredible detail and delicacy. Mixed well with drama, comedy, and natural human interaction. Romance on the surface but not substantially realized, but the lack of sex doesn't take away from continual entertainment. The characters well defined with enough history as to not be overwhelming. The storyline well crafted, setting up what will be an excellent new series. And the dragons! Fabulous - can't wait for the next book.
Anonymous 11 months ago
High adventure and one of the very best Dragon as a species descriptions. Todd has given light to a fierce young female character keeping her in the mix of things and world building that ranks to the top of high fantasy. One can see the world through Todd's and his character's eyes be they dragon or human. Stupendous!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading Todd Lockwood's debut novel The Summer Dragon, and wow was it fun! Previously known for his fantasy paintings, Lockwood shows that he excells as an author, too. The Summer Dragon tells the story of Maia, the youngest in a family that raises dragons for the armies of the empire. Her life is upended by the threat of war and an encounter with a legendary dragon that portents great change. Whether it's for good or ill... well, that's the question Maia faces, and her actions could determine the fate of kingdoms. Lockwood's story is fast paced, exciting, and full of strong characters. There's action aplenty and just enough political intrigue to keep the characters -- and readers -- on their toes. Lockwood's world isn't one of high sorcery, elves, and other Tolkien tropes. Instead it employs practical, low-key magic. The Summer Dragon is grounded without being prosaic, fantastic without being absurd. And throughout it all, Lockwood avoids cliché like the plague. Perhaps unsurprisingly, given Lockwood's history with dragon art, the book really shines when it digs into the world of dragon breeding and ecology. He makes dragons feel real; it's easy to forget that you won't see one when you step outside for a walk. From their care and breeding to their relationship with humans to the creatures' more fantastic elements like flying and speech, Lockwood doesn't skimp on the kind of details that bring dragons to life. It's immersive and wonderful. Despite my love of Dungeons & Dragons, I'm not always the biggest fan of fantasy novels. But Todd Lockwood's The Summer Dragon won me over, and now I'm itching to read the next installments in the series.
Anonymous 8 months ago
I loved the story, the dragons and characters are described in great detail. Can't wait for the next book!
Anonymous 8 months ago
Enjoyed it
Barb-TRC 12 months ago
The Summer Dragon by Todd Lockwood is the first book in his Evertide series. This is Lockwood’s debut novel, and it was an excellent start to a fascinating fantasy series. The world building by Lockwood was very well done. This series centers on our heroine, Maia and her family who raise and train Dragons for the Military to use in battles. When Maia and her brother are walking along the valley, they both see the Summer Dragon, a fabled High Dragon. When they hurry back home, their lives will change, as seeing a High Dragon could cause doom or major changes. On top of this news, comes word that in another valley, where they also train Dragons has been destroyed, with everyone murdered by creatures called Horrors. This will have the military and political people visit and bring havoc to their land. Maia has also set her heart to keeping one of the little dragonettes as hers, to train and become the dragon’s rider. In a short time, those people will put the blame on Maia, as a witch who is bringing darkness to their land. Maia and her family will do everything they can to prove them wrong, but when they tell her she will not get her own dragon, Maia will run away. Along the way, she spots those horrible creatures coming closer to their land, and torturing a full grown Dragon, and his baby. What follows is a wonderful, but tense storyline, where Maia will prove herself to be a true warrior, but no matter how good she does, and those she protects, the political enemies attempt to stop Maia. It is an exciting story that will have three factions as enemies….the Horrors, the Dark mind control Dragon, and the political faction trying to kill Maia. But most of all it is a beautiful love story between Maia and Keirr, her dragonette that she saved and adopted. I loved them both together, as Keirr was so much fun, and loving, learning the language from Maia. There were many characters, both good and bad in this story, but everything revolves around Maia. She was such a great heroine; smart, savvy, sweet, passionate and a fierce warrior when she needed to be. Getting to know all the Dragons, who lived with Maia’s family to help breed baby dragons was also fun. Watching them talk to their riders, as well as to help in the battles that came against a terrible enemy, was so much fun. Todd Lockwood tells a fascinating story that I could not put down, about a world with Dragons, with a slight historical belief and the political factions who want to stop the truth of the past. Most of all, Lockwood has created a wonderful heroine, and her dragon as the story will be left open ended to continue this story in future books of Evertide. If you like Fantasy tha is well written; a great heroine and exciting, I suggest you read The Summer Dragon.
jtdragon57 More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed The Summer Dragon. Rich with characters, full of emotions, exciting to read! I stayed up too late many nights to find out what happened next. The dragons are an integral part of the story, and are characters themselves. I found myself laughing out loud at some of the young dragons’ antics, had tears streaming down my cheeks when horribleness happened, and held my breath during the all-too-vivid battle scenes. Lockwood’s use of language is engaging, intelligent and easily draws the reader in, creating vivid pictures of the world he has created, as beautifully written as his art is painted. I am very much looking forward to the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you’ve ever wondered if dragons are real, read The Summer Dragon by celebrated fantasy artist Todd Lockwood—that’ll convince you. We’ve been dazzled for years by Lockwood’s vision of dragons as his paint so adeptly portrays, but now we have that world translated in fine detail on the printed page in Lockwood’s freshman novel. The depth, the texture, the heart, the soul of these magnificent beasts and their human counterparts spring fully formed to tantalize our imaginations with the eternal “what-if” inherent in all realms of fantasy. “A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” Those words by Christopher Reeve could easily have been the fountainhead from which the young, unassuming Maia, our heroine, sprang. She inhabits a society for whom dragons seem a mere commodity—but they’re so much more—especially when the government gets involved. The depth of Maia’s character, awakened when the serpent’s tongue of injustice insinuates itself; and the resolve in her fortitude and courage when battling her personal demons brings forth an admirable hero, relevant to our time. Maia’s world is as 3-D and real as the page allows and as your imagination conjures—if you can read it, you can see it. The detail in such things as battles, social customs, even how a dragon saddle stays on is meticulously realized. There’s an ease to reading Lockwood that is borne of his adroit and inventive descriptive prose, unlike others who invariably get bogged down in tired landscapes. And his maps and in-text illustrations keep the images vibrant, providing occasional counterpoint as the story unfolds, drawing us in, engaging our sense of awe and adventure. Keeps you wondering whose going to do what next. The Summer Dragon is a read that begs an almost immediate reread. You might be surprised at what there is to be discovered the second time through.
Sabregirl More than 1 year ago
I do love to be transported to another world by the story I'm reading. But I was also raised on the classics, the old fashioned stories: The Three Musketeers, John Carter of Mars, Robin Hood, The Lord of the Rings. So in my leisure-reading, I often want a rousing swashbuckle-type story, one where the good guys win, there's a happy ending, and the hero (or heroine) rides off into the sunset. So on those occasions when I find an epic fantasy tale that takes me to another world but then puts me on an emotional roller-coaster with the protagonist and I STILL love it? Well, then I know I'm reading something special. The Summer Dragon was that kind of book for me, full of joy and tears in equal measure. There was both astonishing beauty and terrifying horror, unlooked-for second chances and heartbreaking setbacks, frustrations and glory, all the ups-and-downs that make the real world seem real. Except in this world there are dragons. And they are wonderful. Todd Lockwood brings a lot of the same skills to writing that he brings to his art. The world he draws for us is detailed enough to live and breathe on its own, but not so completely drawn out that we can't fill in the edges on our own. And the characters we meet - both dragonkind and human - feel very complete without us having to know every single detail. And on the whole it all hints at a very much larger world that we have yet to explore. This is a very satisfying story. The only downside I can think of is that now I have to wait for the sequel to find out what happens next.
Anonymous 5 months ago
An amazing story I couldn't put down. I can't wait for the next book!
Anonymous 5 months ago
Well realized characters and a well mapped tale. I look forward to the next book.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Truly amazing read. Grabs and pulls you in. He is a fanatic new author! I can't WAIT for the next book!
Anonymous 10 months ago
This book is amazing! The dragons leap off the page, the description of the world and creatures gives you goosebumps. The main character is smart and creative, and you just want to keep reading just to see how her life turns out! The book is amazing! I have purchased 2 copies, and it is in my all time top 5 reads.
Karey Brown More than 1 year ago
If ever you've seen a Lockwood painting and/or book cover, then you know this artist has immense talent when it comes to creating captivating visuals that enable you to 'see' the author's characters. Now, take that same talent, only convert it into words. Todd Lockwood has taken the ability to paint and turn it into WORD painting by way of creating a believable realm where dragons are bred, hatched, raised, and prepared for defense of country. As with any culture, however, there are those desiring absolute power, whether it be religious or political or both...and an evil, skirting the perimeter, moving in, building their forces. And sometimes, the one who dares stand up to the sudden world of chaos isn't a swashbuckling hero but rather, a small girl who was content to remain unassuming, and just wanted her very own dragon.
Anonymous 2 days ago
Still waiting
Anonymous 21 days ago
Very good read when will the next in the series be out
JBronder 4 months ago
Maia’s family have raised dragons for the government. But Maia would like to get her own dragon and with the larger than normal qits Maia and her brother have a chance to get one. But then the army shows up to claim the qits, they learn of another high producing aerie that has been attacked, and an army of Horrors (horrible mutations of dead dragons and their riders, things don’t look so promising for Maia. But when her brother and her spot the Summer Dragon it seems things are going to look up. Maia takes this is a sign that she will finally have her own dragon. But there are stronger forces that have been in play since ancient times and Maia is going to get more than she bargained for. Maia is such a strong character that is bound and determined to get her own dragon. I loved how she was willing to work for what she wanted and that she was very open and honest. Maia seems to blame herself for her mother’s death and anything else that goes wrong. But she doesn’t let this stop her, it just gives her more motivation to keep going. This is a great fantasy story with a feeling of hope even in the dark times. There are some moments that are rough but I love how they are used to show the variety of people’s reactions during dark times. Some rise and keep fighting while others sit down and give up. This is the first book and what looks to be an epic story. I recommend this for everyone. I can’t wait to see what happens next. I received The Summer Dragon for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.