Statues on the legendary Moonlit Mountain have a life of their own.
Of all the world’s treasures, none are more valuable than stone from the Twelve. Children on all four continents are tested for affinity, for the mountains hold magic. But in the foothills of the Gray Mountain, no one remembers stone lore. The majestic Statuary is forgotten, as are the wonders that fill its galleries. Only rumors remain, and those are used to frighten children. For it’s said that a monster lives in the heights.
Freydolf serves as the Gray Mountain’s Keeper. Exiled. Feared. Unwelcome. But necessity drives him into a Flox village to hire a boy to fetch water and tend fires. Tupper Meadowsweet isn’t the cleverest child, but he’s brave enough to follow his new master up top. In the Statuary, Tupper finds hints of faraway lands, diverse races, long histories, unique customs, and danger.
Excerpt: (from Meadowsweet, Chapter One)
“Hello, lambkin.” Fascinated by the boy’s unwavering gaze, Freydolf asked, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
The big Pred blinked in surprise and asked, “Then why are you still here?”
“Mother said to stay. And to look you in the eye.”
Freydolf’s bemusement grew. “So you’re here because she told you to come, not because you want to work for me?”
It took a while for the child to untangle the sentence, but once he did, he nodded.
Lowering himself further, the sculptor sat on the ground. “You have nothing to fear from me, lambkin.”
“That’s not what people say,” he replied bluntly, still not breaking eye contact.
Freydolf had to smother a smile. “Aye, people do say otherwise.”
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This book is about a Pred (a mythical race of people) named Freydolf. Freydolf is a sculptor who lives high in Mt. Morven, almost never coming down for fear that he will scare the Flox people (another mythical race) that live below. But, when his latest servant runs away, he finds that he must go down to the village of Hayward to find another. When he looks through the boys that are presented to him, and finds one that sparks his interest. “Hello lambkin,” Freydolf offered softly. Fascinated by the boy’s unwavering gaze, he asked, “Aren’t you afraid of me?” “I am.” The big Pred blinked in surprise and asked, “Then why are you still here?” “Mother said to stay. And to look you in the eye.” Freydolf decides to take the young boy, Tupper, with him. Since his mother told him to listen to Freydolf if he was picked, Tupper goes with the Pred. After being with Freydolf for awhile, Tupper isn’t quite as frightened of the giant with claws on his fingers and fangs in his mouth. He soon learns that a servant isn’t all that Freydolf needs. “Nay,” Freydolf glibly replied, “There are a few things I’m very good at, but there are a great many more things I cannot manage alone.” “Like what?” the boy asked dubiously. “Cooking and cleaning, mostly.” The wheels of the boy’s mind were turning, and he seemed a mite worried. Hoping to put him at ease, Freydolf explained a servant’s duties in the simplest possible terms. “You’re here to fetch water, mind the fires, make sure I eat, and sweep up the messes I’m always making.” “You need a mother,” Tupper decreed. Soon enough, Tupper has learned that not all Preds are fearsome predators, like in the stories the Flox always tell. But soon enough, Freydolf’s brother-in-law, Aurelius Harrow, comes to visit, and Tupper finds that not all Preds are as gentle as Freydolf. Though he is frightened of Aurelius, he slowly learns to accept the wild, silver-tongued Pred. One stormy night, Freydolf, Tupper, and Aurelius walk through the galleries, where huge statues are. Each of the statues are made of a different kind of stone, and when touched with the proper substance, they can come to life. Tupper meets Brand, a fire-bearer who, once woken up by fire’s touch, is charged to guide people through the long corridors of the galleries, and hold the hands of young children. When he hesitated, the statue reached back, offering the palm of his free hand. To the boy’s surprise, Brand had curving talons on each finger, but the predatory feature worried him less and less. Placing his hand upon the cool red stone of the man’s palm, he said, “I’m Tupper.” With a slight inclination of his head, Brand acknowledged the introduction. The boy thought the fire-bearer was nice and offered his mother’s highest praise, “Nice manners.” The gallery also holds a secret … one that no one knows is there. Meadowsweet is definitely one of my favorite books, one that I will read more then once (which is kind of rare for me to do). I liked Meadowsweet so much, that I’ll probably be getting the second book, Harrow, very soon! I think Meadowsweet is aimed at ages ten and up (I‘m fourteen and really enjoyed it). I received this book from the author in exchange for my review. All opinions are my own. ~Savannah P.
This is an absolutely magical book. I was drawn in from the first page and found it quite difficult to put down. The characters are intriguing, likable, funny, unique and utterly charming. They had me grinning while I read. This is a tale that can be enjoyed by anyone from the age of 5 to 105. It is a universal story told in a completely original way and will appeal to any audience, no matter what genre they typically prefer. I simply can’t recommend this book enough and can’t wait to read the second book, “Harrow”.