Are you excited? We are.
Last week we found this preview and we couldn’t be happier. Okay, well I couldn’t be since I get lots of face time, and I spend the entire book adventuring with my Papa.
[This is Ran, son of Sarn, in case you were wondering. The rest of the cast is doing important things like searching an abandoned castle for clues to the editor’s whereabouts. We’ll check in with them in a moment. Let me bask in the awesomeness of my full-length father-son ad-ven-ture. Bear is there too, and you don’t want to miss that! Okay, rant over. 😉 ]
Before I reached the bottom, I paused. Papa always follows me. He’s dependable like that, but not this time. Shadows shifted on the moldy wall. They crooked claws and beckoned to me. They reminded me of the shadow monster from Enchanted. I turned and raced up the stairs to get Papa. Those shadows didn’t stand a chance against his glowing eyes.
“Papa? There’s something in the stairwell–” my voice trailed off and I spun around. Where was Papa?
A bit of a dark green cloth fluttered past the window then a large boot appeared on the sill followed by the rest of Papa.
“What’s on the stairwell?”
“Just some weird shadows,” I shivered. “Where’d you go?”
“The roof, come on. I want to show you something.”
His green eyes were sparkling, increasing their glow. Papa exited the window again and stepped onto an iron ladder bolted to the tower. Balancing easily on the rungs, Papa lifted me, and I swarmed the ladder to the battlement.
But when I slipped through the crenellation, the world dropped out of sight–until Papa picked me up. I leaned into his shoulder and took in the unobstructed view. The canyon stretched into the distance. Its grassy expanse blurred into a black and white checkerboard. Something rambled along its edges–were those rose bushes?
“I think that’s where we need to go. The clues said a ‘court of thorns and roses,’ and I see a stone rose in the center of that board.”
“Is it far?”
Because I fully intended to ride to our next destination in Papa’s arms or on his shoulders. Papa knew that, so he adjusted his grip. He’s well-trained.
Papa shook his head. “No more than a couple of miles.” His eyes narrowed and magic rose in a shining cloud around him.
“What does the magic see?”
“Ghosts and ghouls and sallow fools, oh how they cool, oh how they cool ‘neath the land where tyrants rule!”
“Who said that?” Papa and I both scanned the area but we were alone on the battlement.
The unknown voice broke into raucous laughter as Papa backed toward the ladder. Had a shadow moved on the other side of the battlement? I squirmed to see but Papa had enough of this place. He climbed onto a merlon and jumped. Magic flared around him and the ground below flexed when he struck it, pushing Papa into a run.
“Miren, I know where we need to go. Follow me,” he shouted over his shoulder.
When my teenage uncle didn’t immediately reply, Papa slowed and pivoted to face the castle. It was creepier from the outside. Vines choked its stonework and something darkened the embrasures below the battlement we’d just left.
“In a minute,” Miren replied. He waved from a slit window. “I think I’m on to something.”
“Don’t daddle long. There’s something not right about this place.”
“You worry too much. I’ll be fine for the few minutes it’ll take to check something.”
“What something?” I asked. I didn’t want to go back inside, but what had caught my uncle’s attention?
“Maybe something, maybe nothing. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Miren, come out here right now. Don’t argue with me. Just do it.” Papa sounded worried. He stared at the battlements. A shadowy figure appeared and that voice spoke again.
“Ghosts and ghouls and sallow fools, oh how they cool, oh how they cool ‘neath the land where shadows rule!”
What trouble had we stumbled into now? Find out next week when Curse Breaker: Faceted goes on sale. Will you be there?
Until next time, dear reader
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