Beasts of the Frozen Sun by Jill Criswell (Frozen Sun Saga #1) ----YA-Fantasy---- ***Excerpt - A Jena Baxter Review - Giveaway***
Beasts of the Frozen Sun
by Jill Criswell
(Frozen Sun Saga #1)
Publication date: August 6th 2019
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Burn brightly. Love fiercely. For all else is dust.
When a golden-haired warrior washes up on the shores of her homeland–one of the fearful marauders from the land of the Frozen Sun–Lira helps the wounded man instead of turning him in. After reading his soul, she realizes Reyker is different than his brethren who attack the coasts of Glasnith. He confides in her that he’s been cursed with what his people call battle-madness, forced to fight for the warlord known as the Dragon, a powerful tyrant determined to reignite the ancient war that Aillira started.
As Lira and Reyker form a bond forbidden by both their clans, the wrath of the Dragon falls upon them and all of Glasnith, and Lira finds herself facing the same tragic fate as her ancestor. The battle for Lira’s life, for Reyker’s soul, and for their peoples’ freedom has only just begun.
As soon as I stepped inside the hovel, I was knocked to the ground.
The warrior pinned my wrists, bending over me. Naked, glistening with sweat, eyes bright with madness. Even now, I didn’t see a monster. I saw a wounded wolf, alone, afraid.
I pulled one wrist free, smacking him on the nose, showing I was neither adversary nor prey. “You won’t hurt me. I’m the only one who can help you.”
Eyes wide, he slouched back.
I sat up slowly, lifting a hand to his brow. “You’re burning up.”
He regarded me suspiciously, until something captured his attention. My skirts had bunched at my thighs. In a blink, the warrior snatched my knife from its sheath.
“You won’t hurt me,” I said again, less certain. I plotted a path around him to the door, the dodges and strikes I could use to evade him.
He pressed the blade to his own throat. Crimson leaked down his skin.
“No!” I wrestled the knife from him and tossed it away. The warrior’s shoulders sank, as if I’d stolen his last shred of hope.
Gripping his jaw, I examined the wound—the cut was small but deep. I tore cloth from the blanket, pressing it to his neck to staunch the blood. “What were you thinking?” I asked, even though I knew. Pulling him from the harbor wasn’t saving him, but capturing him. Too sick to leave, he was a prisoner in this hovel, waiting to be tortured, executed. That’s what men did to their enemies. That’s what the Sons of Stone would do if they discovered him.
“I’m no warrior. I mean you no harm.”
He stared at the fallen knife.
“No.” I leaned to block his view. “That is not the way.”
If he’d had the strength, he would’ve shoved me aside and grabbed the blade. I saw him calculating his odds as it was, but then the fever took hold. He coughed, fighting for breath, the sound wet and sharp, sawing through his lungs. Of course he’d not hesitate to slit his own throat, when he faced death from every direction.
I thought of Rhys as a boy, ravaged by lung-fever, moaning in his bed. This warrior wasn’t Rhys, but he was someone’s brother, someone’s son. “You’ll be all right. I’ll look after you.”
“Draepa,” he wheezed, pointing at the knife, then me, making a stabbing motion into the side of his neck. “Draepa mir.”
“You want me to kill you?” I shook my head. “I won’t.”
“Draepa mir!” His shout made him cough again. Between coughs, other sounds rose. Laughter. Sobs. He laid his forehead in the dirt, hacking and gasping, crying and laughing, fingers clawing at the earth. Had the fever cracked his mind?
“Shh.” I eased his head onto my knee. At my touch, he tensed. He coughed, growled, and wept, face buried in my skirts. One hand curled around my ankle, as if searching for an anchor to hold fast to in a storm. His fingertips traced the ring of scars there.
To distract him from his misery, I moved my leg closer and told him my story.
“I was nine years old, playing with my brother and his friends in rowboats just beyond the harbor. I’d begged Garreth to take me along, and he took pity on me. The weather turned foul, and a wave as high as a horse capsized our boats. Something circled us in the water.”
The sensations came back fresh: the churning sea, Garreth’s arm around me, slick scales brushing my leg. “It was the Brine Beast. A giant sea creature that sinks ships and devours fishermen. It took three other children first.”
I couldn’t bear to speak their names. Their bodies had washed ashore in pieces, just like the Westlanders’ corpses. My cousin, Madoc’s only son, had been one of them.
“Then it came for me.”
I slid my fingers under his, feeling the indentations of needle-sharp teeth. “I remember fangs closing around my foot. My brother screaming as I was snatched from his grasp. The cold, dark heart of the sea as the Beast dragged me down. Staring at the slithering shape of my own death. I didn’t realize the Beast had let me go until Father pulled me to the surface. The men had run for boats when they heard our cries. Mother …”
I swallowed hard and tried again.
“My mother was on the shore. After the Beast pulled me under, she walked into the sea. No one stopped her. No one knew what she’d done until she didn’t resurface. They searched, but never found her body. Many in Stony Harbor believe the Brine Beast came that day to steal one child from each of the wealthiest families in the village as payment to the sea goddess Faerran, who provides for our people. My mother offered herself to Faerran in my stead, and the goddess accepted.”
I looked at the warrior lying quietly in my lap, listening. I didn’t wipe away the tears flowing down my cheeks. “Now we’ve both bared our pain.”
He’d shifted onto his side, hair falling across his face. One of his hands still held my ankle, rubbing the scars. The other touched the matching bites on his torso. “Sjaeskjir? Beast?”
“Beast,” I confirmed, watching him. Did he understand my language?
“Yes. The Beast took my mother.” Easing my legs from beneath his head, I fetched my satchel. “Medicine. To cure you.” I held up a vial of bright green liquid. He eyed it dubiously. “If I meant to harm you, I’d have done it already. And so would you, when you had the chance. We must learn to trust each other.”
His stare was unrelenting. Seconds passed.
Finally, he gave a slight nod.
Before he changed his mind, I opened the vial and held it to his lips. When he gagged, I clapped a hand over his mouth until he swallowed. With his last bit of strength, he crawled onto the blanket and submitted to sleep.
The teeth marks the Brine Beast left on him were inflamed. I bathed his fevered flesh with what was left in the waterskin, rubbed liniment into the wounds along his stomach and chest to stave off infection. “Not an ice-hearted beast under there, are you?”
He grabbed my wrist, startling me.
“Lira.” My name sounded beautiful and strange on his tongue, swelling from a drop to an ocean between the cradle of his mouth and the space separating us. He folded my hand into his, rapping my knuckles against his chest. “Reyker.”
Ray—like a sunbeam. Ker—like a kerchief.
“Reyker,” I repeated.
His lips twitched. Not a smile; more like a tiny flame in a dark cavern. It was the smallest of gestures. But it was a beginning.
A Jena Baxter Review
Beasts of the Frozen Sun
I’ve procrastinated on writing this review because I’ve found it’s harder to write a review when the Author does things right, and this is a good thing for both of us since I need to dig a little deeper into the story because the Author did an awesome job.
The prose in Beasts of the Frozen Sun is fluid, easy to read and follow. Sometimes things are repeated that don’t need to be, but not enough to disturb the story. Descriptions are to the point and easy to see in the eye of imagination. Characters are well thought out and stay true to themselves throughout the story. I think the worst thing I can say is that it ends on a cliffhanger, but the Author has made that known, so I can't fault her for that, and it gives us something to look forward to in book two. I just wondered if more could have been accomplished at the end.
Our Main Character, Lira is a head strong girl with a strong sense of right and wrong. She has no qualms about doing what needs to be done. Her male counterpart, Reyker, is kind of the opposite to that in some senses, because he wants to keep Lira safe. Outside of Lira's safety, he will also do what needs to be done, even if it seems he has no chance of winning. He is less confident than Lira because of his background, and he knows many things due to experience that Lira, does not. O course both of them are ignorant in many areas.
Equally important are Lira’s brothers, but I’m not going to go into them too much, except to say that everyone is working for the greater good, except for those who are antagonists. Draki, son of a god is as wicked as they come. Madoc is the same, but on a human level. Both create equally huge problems for Lira and Reyker to overcome. Lira wants to save her village, but the antagonists want to capture and own it, and it’s looking like they might be successful, although I think the Author has something else in mind.
The storyline is tight and remains intact throughout. The story runs at a good pace with consistent tension, and there is little distraction from the main plotline.
Having said all that I believe this book is appropriate for middle grade up. While there is some sex, it is innuendo. However, there is some violence, so I wouldn’t suggest it for younger children. Then again, there are many family stories that have these things in them, so I’ll leave that in the hands of the parents. The violence is extreme on some occasions.
Jill Criswell is a writer of Young Adult Historical Fantasy. She was born and raised in the swamps of northeastern Florida. She earned degrees in English and Psychology and an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida. Her greatest passion, besides reading and writing, is traveling the world; she's visited fifty countries across six continents, falling in love with places like Iceland, Namibia, and Cambodia. She works as a university English teacher and lives in South Carolina, near the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, with her husband and daughter (who is named after a volcano in Iceland).
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