Unwept: Book One of The Nightbirds [NOOK Book]

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Unwept -- the beginning of a spellbinding new trilogy by Tracy Hickman and Laura Hickman bestselling co-creators of Dragonlance and Ravenloft

Gamin, Maine, is a remote seaside town where everyone seems to know Ellis Harkington better than she knows herself--but she doesn't remember any of them.

Unknown events have robbed Ellis of her memory. Concerned individuals, who claim...

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Unwept: Book One of The Nightbirds

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Overview

Unwept -- the beginning of a spellbinding new trilogy by Tracy Hickman and Laura Hickman bestselling co-creators of Dragonlance and Ravenloft

Gamin, Maine, is a remote seaside town where everyone seems to know Ellis Harkington better than she knows herself--but she doesn't remember any of them.

Unknown events have robbed Ellis of her memory. Concerned individuals, who claim to be friends and loved ones, insist that she simply needs to recuperate, and that her memories may return in time. But, for her own sake--so they claim--they refuse to divulge what has brought her to this state.

Ellis finds herself adrift in a town of ominous mysteries, cryptic hints, and disturbingly familiar strangers. The Nightbirds, a clique of fashionable young men and women, claim her as one of their own, but who can she truly trust? And what of the phantom suitor who visits her in her dreams? Is he a memory, a figment of her imagination, or a living nightmare beyond rational explanation?Only her lost past holds the answers she seeks--if she can uncover its secrets before she falls prey to an unearthly killer.

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Ellis Harkington's memory is a locked box and everyone else seems to have the key. All her neighbors in the small seaside town of Gamin, Maine, know her hidden story, but to protect her from some painful trauma, won't share it. Adrift and mystified, the young woman finds comfort in the fashionable company of a group called the The Nightbirds, but the more she becomes acclimated to this mysterious village, the more she suspects that ominous things are about to break. A fantasy trilogy with a spellbinding aura.

Library Journal
06/15/2014
Ellis Harkington awakens on a train headed to the remote Maine town of Gamin, with no memories. Upon her arrival, she is reassured by various locals that she will be fine once she has had a chance to recuperate, but they refuse to explain what they know of her history. Ellis stays with her cousin Jenny, who reintroduces her to the important people in town, including Merrick, a man with considerable influence over those around him. Dreams that hint at another truth about the townspeople and her own past leave Ellis not knowing whom she can trust. VERDICT A gothic, unsettling, and eerie beginning to the new trilogy from the Hickmans (Ravenloft). Creepy imagery and the withholding of information from both Ellis and the reader keep the pages turning, even if it is not always clear what's going on within the plot.
Publishers Weekly
05/05/2014
This slow-paced start to a historical fantasy trilogy introduces Ellis Harkington, an amnesiac desperate to access knowledge that will change everything about the town of Gamin, Maine. The Hickmans (Bronze Canticles) take a long time to introduce the speculative elements, leaving Ellis to wander a well-detailed account of an upscale, early-20th-century New England society. While hints are dropped that something fantastical is going on—a Victrola appearing on command, the lack of concern over a shipwreck, and the blending of Ellis’s dreams with reality—the overall impression is of a period romance, not a fantasy. When the magical elements finally appear, they show up at breakneck speed, slamming the reader against some abrupt revelations about Gamin, Ellis, and her friends in the eclectic Nightbirds society. The novel is not one of the authors’ strongest efforts, but that won’t stop their fans from investing in this series. (July)
From the Publisher
“Tracy and Laura Hickman creat a world so complex and dynamic that the reader will be surprised in every chapter. Readers will anxiously await the next installmetn in this unique, thrilling new series.” —RT Book Reviews on Unwept

“Hickman writes with authority, masterfully and powerfully.”

Sacramento Book Review

“Hickman creates memorable characters and realms of immense richness, while holding the reader enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly

“The scope, detail, meticulous planning, and weaving and winding storyline…are just breathtaking.” —R. A. Salvatore on Mystic Warrior

Kirkus Reviews
2014-06-05
The beginning of a new fantasy mystery trilogy, from the authors ofSwept Up by the Sea(2013, etc.).Ellis Harkington wakes in a coffin in skeletal form, acquires flesh and rises—although she remembers nothing of this and little of anything else when she finds herself on a train traveling to the remote seaside town of Gamin, Maine. This is mysterious. In fact, just pepper every sentence of this review with the word “mysterious” and you’ll get the idea. Waiting to greet Ellis is Uncle Lucian, a doctor whom Ellis doesn’t remember, although he gives her to understand that she’s been away in the city being treated for an illness. Nor does she recall the handsome Merrick Bacchus, “benefactor of the entire town.” Merrick urges her to move into his huge house, where Lucian also lived until leaving for unknown reasons. Ellis does remember her cousin Jenny March and, vaguely, a secret garden and an ominous gate through which she herself disappeared, although Jenny did not follow. Everybody insists that her memories will return, but nobody offers to explain. Jenny mentions the “rules.” There are rumors about a series of ghastly murders. A fire burns down half the town. The Nightbirds, purportedly a book society yet with no books in evidence, acclaims her reappearance. Ellis recalls none of the members. One night, an alluring soldier visits Ellis; he nearly seduces her, but then she notices a strange blue mark on his face, whereupon he turns into a giant black moth. In the woods by the shore lurks the apparently shipwrecked Capt. Isaiah Walker, who himself watches a vessel calledMary Celesteground itself on the rocks. It’s certainly all puzzling and mostly satisfying, if promising to be a thin stretch over three volumes.Hickman & Hickman fans will jump right in.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429955928
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 7/1/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 226,268
  • File size: 688 KB

Meet the Author

TRACY HICKMAN and LAURA HICKMAN have been publishing game designs, books, and stories for over thirty-five years. In addition, Tracy is a New York Times bestselling coauthor of many novels, including the original Dragonlance Chronicles, Dragonlance Legends, Rose of the Prophet, and Darksword trilogies as well as the seven-book Deathgate Cycle. Tracy and Laura live in Utah.
TRACY HICKMAN and LAURA HICKMAN have been publishing game designs, books, and stories for over thirty-two years. In addition, Tracy is a New York Times bestselling coauthor of many novels, including the original Dragonlance Chronicles, Dragonlance Legends, Rose of the Prophet, and Darksword trilogies as well as the seven-book Deathgate Cycle. Tracy and Laura live in Utah.
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1

NIGHTMARE

 

A cold, damp darkness greeted Ellis as her consciousness collected within her. She had been resting peacefully on her back. A sweet fluttering against her cheek brought her back from sleep. She raised a hand to touch her face and her wrist clacked against a solid surface inches in front of her.

Panic rose in her as the strangeness of being in a place she didn’t recall brought her sharply awake in the midst of utter darkness.

She shifted and felt her shoulder blades slide along a slick hardness at her back. Her fingers ran along the surface too close overhead. It, too, was very smooth. The experience was an odd feeling—or, rather, non-feeling—for she couldn’t perceive the weave of cloth or wood or of any subtle texture, only the hardness of the walls all about her. She jerked her elbows out in an effort to determine the width of the place she was in. They cracked dully against the sides of the lightless void in which she lay.

Darkness pressed down on her. A tightness in her chest made breathing impossible. Confusion filled her mind. She didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten here. She moved awkwardly trying to fold her arms across her chest, as though to ward off the cold. Her arms clattered against her breastbone. She raised her head, her eyes trying to pry open the inky blackness. Nothing. She could see nothing. Terror gripped her as she shifted her head upward and her skull thumped loudly against the top of her tiny chamber. She lay back trying to quell the panic that made her mind race and her frame nearly immobile.

I can’t be here, she thought. Where am I? How do I get out?

This last question became paramount. She wriggled about and found that she was so tightly enclosed that she could not even turn on her side. She stretched her stiffened legs out and stretched her arms above her measuring both ends of the damp darkness in which she lay. She slid her fingers about looking for a way out.

A latch, a knob, anything. She struggled and shook against the silkiness of her strange cocoon. She tried to cry out, but only a faint whistle of dry, brittle air escaped her stiff jaw. She raised her fists and began pounding on the slick surface above. Her fists made a strange clinking noise against the top of her confine. She jerked them back to her chest, where they clattered noisily. Bone met exposed bone.

Stone-hard fingers skittered up over her dry chest. Her bare ribs encased no beating heart, no lungs to fill with desperately wanted air. Her fingers skimmed upward, where they easily closed around the vertebrae of her brittle neck. She slid her skeletal hands up farther along her gaping jaw, where she could detect no flesh, no lips, only the constant and hideous smile of exposed teeth.

My skeleton.

Fear engulfed her as her boney digits explored the rim of the hole where her nose once was and finally found a resting place deep in her eye sockets. She arched her neck and opened her maw wide in scream after silent scream.

She lay back numbly. My coffin. Dead … Buried …

Bitter sorrow overwhelmed her terror and she tried to weep, but no moisture escaped the charcoal blackness of the empty eye sockets. She lay dazed and horror filled.

Is this death? Trapped forever in a box?

Silence rushed in, around and through Ellis. It was consuming in its totality. No breath rattled her chest; no breeze stirred; no bird sang. She lay in repose waiting to escape.

A sound, faint and almost inaudible, drifted down into her claustrophobic space. She became aware of the muffled cries of an infant in the distance far beyond the cold, damp earth above her.

A sudden, squealing sound of metal startled her. It scraped against the wood of her coffin directly overhead.

Help me! Please! She tried to call out, yet only managed to clatter her jaw awkwardly. She stopped moving and felt more than heard the rather rhythmic sound of scraping, followed by a dull thud, which caused her coffin to quake slightly. Someone or something was working directly above her.

They realize their mistake? They know I’m alive!

She began beating wildly against the lid of the coffin, ignoring the sound of her bones against the wood. She pounded forcefully and began to feel the lid give as she struck it. Air, fresh air, whispered through her restless resting place. Her need to breathe became sudden and immediate. The lid was giving way under her blows. She arched her spine and shoved.

Bones cracked and clattered. The clasp on the lid snapped under the force of her pushing. Air, mingled with the pungent smell of damp, fresh, mossy earth, rushed into her coffin as she slid one skeletal hand out around the edge of the lid.

“No!” A male voice rang out from above.

She sensed the weight of his boot as he stepped on the lid of her coffin and the clanging of a shovel against her bone-clad hand.

Help! Stop! I’m alive. Still no sound escaped between her teeth. She was desperate to cry out and knew it was impossible.

She jerked back her talon-like digits from the lid for fear of pain as they caught against the rim under the lid. She suddenly grasped that her bones were rock hard, indestructible. She felt nothing.

Bright anger mingled with the terror of being trapped again; she shoved mightily. Bones creaked; gaping jaw clenched; shoulder blades bit into the slippery satin lining.

The lid sprang open. Air! Ellis longed to breathe. She wheezed in determinedly between her whistling teeth.

I will breathe this air! she promised herself.

The dust rose up around her. Organs, muscles, sinew, cartilage, all gathered to her bones, forming around her writhing framework. Her beating heart pumped blood painfully through veins and arteries in a red liquid haze. And finally a soft downy covering of pink and cream skin covered all—cheeks, neck, breasts, stomach, back, hips, legs, feet and hands. Her hair caressed her form. She breathed in deeply, her lungs on fire with the rich oxygen around her. Ellis’s body was awash in pain as her reunited parts regained life.

A groan, increasing to a full shriek, escaped her lips and her liquid eyes focused. She feebly pulled the flimsy coffin shroud around her weak and vulnerable form. More clearly now, she heard the soft cry of an infant in the distance.

A tall man stood directly above her exposed grave, a lantern in one hand and a shovel in the other. He held the lantern low by his side. He remained dark and faceless. Ellis was illuminated completely by the lantern and felt almost as though she could somehow slip into the light and away from here.

Questions raced through her head. But only a weak “thank you” escaped her parched lips. She lifted a frail arm, expectant of assistance from her rescuer.

“That body! It’s an obscenity. How can I possibly help you now?” he said, biting off the words. He turned on his heel and threw down the shovel. The lamplight gleamed off the buckle of his tall, shiny boots. Ellis heard the digger speaking to someone in the blackness and heard an indistinct female voice in response. He retreated into the night, carrying the lantern and cruelly leaving Ellis again in the darkness.

“Wait! I’m alive!” she called out pleadingly. The figure did not or would not hear her. Ellis climbed from her coffin and out of the grave of fresh earth, which was moist, rich and oddly comforting, crumbling coolly under her aching hands.

She stood on a vast landscape of ruined buildings, scorched earth and desolation. The battleground stretched to the horizon under a leaden sky.

She stared back into the dark confines of her little coffin. Relief and revulsion swelled in her and she felt light-headed. She pulled the silken shroud about her newly re-formed, delicate body. Tears poured over her cheeks, her eyes rolled back in her head and a moan escaped her lips. The distant crying became more distinct and closer.

The dark figure wrapped cold fingers around her wrist and started leading her away.…

 

Copyright © 2014 by Tracy Hickman and Laura Hickman


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  • Posted July 1, 2014

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    Slow Start Conceals Engaging Psychological/Paranormal Mystery

    Slow Start Conceals Engaging Psychological/Paranormal Mystery


    I would like to thank NetGalley & Tor Books for granting me a copy of this e-ARC to read in exchange for an honest review. Though I received this e-book for free that in no way impacts my review.


    Goodreads Blurb:
    <blockquote>Gamin, Maine, is a remote seaside town where everyone seems to know Ellis Harkington better than she knows herself—but she doesn’t remember any of them.

    Unknown events have robbed Ellis of her memory. Concerned individuals, who purport to be her friends and loved ones, insist that she simply needs to recuperate, that her memories may return in time, but refuse to divulge what has brought her to this state. For her own sake, so they say.

    Ellis finds herself adrift in a town of ominous mysteries, cryptic hints, and disturbingly familiar strangers. The Nightbirds, a clique of fashionable young men and women, claim her as one of their own, but who among them can she truly trust? And what of the phantom suitor who visits her in her dreams? Is he a memory, a figment of her imagination, or a living nightmare beyond rational explanation?

    Only her lost past hold the answers she seeks—if she can uncover its secrets before she fall prey to an unearthly killer.</blockquote>



    The beginning of an unusually creative mystery, this first book sets the stage for the rest of the series. The opening scene is spooky and utterly bizarre, particularly as we jump from there to Ellis being on a train with her nurse, who she doesn't even recognize as her nurse when they begin talking.

    Ellis keeps getting handed off from one person to the next, first her nurse, then her doctor, and Merrick, who leave her at her cousin Jenny's with no sign of Jenny anywhere. Poor Ellis keeps being told that her memories will come back given time, but until then no one will tell her anything to help her regain those memories. They say it's for her own good, but right from the beginning Ellis is questioning the illogic in that concept. How can she recall who she is if those closest to her won't talk about their past together? As soon as she asks a question Ellis is handed off to the next closest person, almost as if they're all playing a game of 'Pass Ellis' without explaining the rules of the game to her. Or explaining anything else for that matter.

    She finds the town of Gamin to be quite strange. There don't seem to be any adults around acting as proper chaperones for her group. Even her cousin Jenny lives alone in a large, remote house. Not too mention the strange inhabitants of the town proper, such as the Finney sisters. And the slightly sinister Mr. Merrick Bacchus, who appears to be in his early 30's and was introduced to her as the benefactor of the entire town. Why would a gentleman in his 30's be spending his time with a bunch of young people, hardly even into their twenties? The genders mingle without a thought for propriety, and no one finds this odd. No more odd than a 30-something-year-old man spending all his time with a group of young people barely into their twenties. Nor does anyone think it odd how things seem to get done without anyone seeming to do them - luggage moved, meals cooked, dishes done. All the while other basic upkeep isn't getting done. There appears to be little rhyme nor reason behind the way things are done in Gamin. Again, no one else finds it the least bit odd.

    Slowly pieces of the larger picture are introduced, but nothing is ever so fully explained as to make it clear. . . yet. But the pace just keeps increasing throughout the book as Ellis thinks she begins to understand things, and the reader is given further details. Strange things continue to happen, and it's becoming increasingly clear to Ellis that people are keeping secrets from her, while sharing hers as if they were public property. 

    By the end of the book Ellis has grown a backbone and stopped simply accepting the answers she's being fed. She's determined to make up her own mind about things, regardless of of much or how little she ever remembers. But independent thinking may just be hazardous to her health while in Gamin. It doesn't seem to have done anyone else any good, not that she can really tell since she hardly seems to stumble across it. What she does stumble across makes for a very strong cliffhanger ending!

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  • Posted July 21, 2014

      I knew a while back when I saw this and read the blurb, that I

     
    I knew a while back when I saw this and read the blurb, that I had to read it. And this is one those books, that is so engrossing you don’t want to put it down. And look at that beautifully chilling cover!
     
    Ellis as woke up on a train, she has no clue who she ended up on it, or why it is taking her to a place named Gamin. The woman she is with, makes it sound like she knows all about it, but she can’t remember anything about the place or the people who will be there. She is being sent to recover, but from what exactly. Once there, she has strange dreams of a man, the girls are all very weird in the way they act, and so are the few men that were around. Ellis has no idea why she has been returned to Gamin, but will do whatever if takes to find out the truth. The opening scene was so creepy and set the mood for the entire book.
     
    I adored Ellis, but I will say that there were times that I questions her reliability as a narrator. She is strong spirited and even though she doesn’t know much more than her name, she just keeps on trying to find out more. It doesn’t come easy either. Her cousin Jenny was the first person she comes across after returning, she was one unusual girl and it’s hard to explain exactly how without giving away a lot. Most of the characters are like this too. Each has their own little stories, parts and wants. Trying to figure them all out was fun to do.
     
    This is one those kinda of plot that gives you a few clues along the way, but doesn’t really reveal what exactly is going on till the very end. And it was such a ride all the way through. I like not knowing everything and trying to figure it all out with Ellis and her scattered memories. The author did a wonderful job at keeping me guessing too. The setting is eerie, yet beautiful too, as well as the era, it was described the way I envision it being in the 20′s. The Now, I will say that this one is slow paced, as it should be for this type of read, at least for me. There is very little romance, it was more about what was going on in Gamin. It is strange, consuming, creepy suspense and the twist at the end set up everything so well for the next book. I wasn’t prepared for the twist but I loved it!
     
    Unwept is uniquely imaginative and completely haunting. Blending the complex and weird town of Gamin, with a mystery and paranormalcy. It was definitely a great start to the series, and I can’t wait to read the next installment.




     

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