DRAVEN’S LIGHT Review (5/5)

I received a free copy of Draven’s Light in exchange for my honest review.


“Before he could catch his breath, a certain silvery voice fell upon their ears: the liquid song of a morning thrush in the branches above their heads.” Draven'sLight review feature imageDraven’s Light is the second Novella of Goldstone Wood which are little inserts in the series Tales of Goldstone Wood by Anne Elisabeth Stengl. I have been reading Stengl’s books for years now, and I am always floored by her skill and the stories she tells. Draven’s Light did not disappoint. He was supposed to kill that prisoner in cold blood before the men of his tribe in order to gain his man’s name and leave his boy’s name behind. He could have very easily dispatched the prisoner, for as is often remarked, he was a bear of a man, but just as he was about to deliver the fatal stroke, he realized that he was no killer. Despite the shame and disgrace that he knew would fall upon him, he let the prisoner live. Instead of a man’s name, he was deemed Draven, “Coward”.


Draven has a crippled sister, Ita, and I thoroughly enjoyed the brother sister relationship that they shared. Though she is crippled, Ita is fierce, and though his huge, Draven is meek. They complement each other sharply, and Stengl portrays a beautifully deep bond based on respect and love. This element alone could make the book as it was fleshed out nicely, but there’s also some romance, peril, and suspense. The romance was tasteful but thrilling, and it fits the noble style of Stengl’s writing and the characters.

Now, Draven’s Light was kind of dark, but I think when the premise is a guy becoming an outcast because he doesn’t kill someone in cold blood, the reader should be able to gather that this isn’t going to be all singing thrushes and gleaming moonlight. The violence is portrayed as a truly ugly thing. Part of why I like this story so much is that it’s not just like “killing bad” or “death sad”, it’s saying killing is gruesome, and death is a tragedy.

Stengl was masterful in creating suspense. Draven and the reader are told early on, “Don’t cross the river”, and it’s not a blaring thing throughout the book. What makes it so suspenseful is that it’s always niggling in the back of the reader’s mind as the story marches forward and we imagine all sorts of things that could possibly be across the river. (Also, Goldstone Wood groupies, the Brothers Ashiun are in Draven’s Light. That’s right. We learn a little more about Etanun and Akilun, and it ends up making what we already know all the more painful. *fangirling* And remember Gutta from Starflower, well…)

In conclusion, Draven’s Light is a powerful story despite its brevity. If you have read any other Tales of Goldstone Wood books, this is a thrilling addition as Stengl expands her fabulously diverse world. If you haven’t read any of Stengl’s, books this is still a gripping story well worth reading. This is complete with strong characters, superb pacing, a solid but twisting plot, and a satisfying ending. In this story, we see the true meaning of courage. Again and again, Draven thinks he’s a coward, but we see that it’s not really weakness. If he was a coward, he would have killed that prisoner instead of face the shame of letting him live. Fear doesn’t make you a coward, and when you push on despite of fear, that’s courage.

Therefore, I give Draven’s Light five out of five satisfied stars and a PG-13 rating. You can find it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads. :)

NaNoWriMo 2014 – I Survived

Frosty fall felicitations, dear Followers!

As you may (or may not…) have noticed, I have been silent (some of you think of it as a blessed silence) for the duration of November.  I know it must have distressed you all when you checked your inbox once more only to find it lacking an email from Not All By My Lonesome.

Never fear.

I have returned at last.

I was on the thirty day journey of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for those of you who forgot, and had no time whatsoever for frivolities such as blogging (for those of you who only read this blog because you’re friends or family and if you don’t read all my posts then I pester you about it FOREVER because I take this blog too seriously, blogging is frippery only in comparison to the noble pursuit of novelling).

I have returned at last, and I have returned victorious!…. More or less.

For those of you who need reminding (meaning: you had a pile-up of my blog emails and deleted them all without reading them), NaNoWriMo is thirty days of literary abandon.  People all over the country participate in it, and this was my first year.  The goal is to write 50,000 in one month.  Specifically, one is supposed to write the entire first draft of one’s novel in the month of November.

Well, I wrote 50,044 words with little problems; in fact, I hit 50k three days before the deadline.  Yaaayyyyyy, right?  More or less.  The problem is that I’m only halfway through my novel.  Seeing as the earth insists on continuing to turn despite my desires, I was unable to complete my novel because apparently it’s not sustainable for one such as I to do nothing but write all day.

So, it’s only a partial win because now I’ll have to wrangle up some sort of deadline for myself which I most likely will blow off and end up spending the next twelve months “finishing” my novel when I’ll really be surfing Pinterest for pictures that make me think of my novel, despondently rereading the first half of my novel, and whining to you all about how I’m still working on my novel (yeah, you can’t wait for those wailing posts).

BUT, my NaNoWriMo experience.

It was fantastic.  I did most of my writing after everyone in the family had gone to sleep (because chores, school, and family time are important for some reason).

The first 15 days, I staunchly refused to reward myself for reaching word goals.  Chocolate was incredibly tempting, but I held fast because popping in a Dove every 100 words would not  be good for my already luxurious waistline. However, on November 15, I caved.  Those Doves were just too tempting.  And, I told myself, I needed the caffeine, sugar, blah, blah, blah to fuel my words.

And then things escalated snack-wise.

Four bottles of frappucino from WalMart, one bag of dark chocolate Doves, one bag of milk chocolate Doves, a package of beef jerky, an entire Thanksgiving weekend, and two bottles of sparkling grape juice later, November ended.

And then there were my numerous books and such that I had to have on hand: my two baby names books, my “R” notebook (it’s called the “R” notebook for Romance, Ryll, and Retellings), my sketchbook (for my reference maps of Ryll), my purse notebook, and my “Word Lover’s Delight” from the library.

And then there were my beeswax candles and matches. :)  Yes, matches and candles.  Those blessed gifts from above.  It’s mental thing for me; “Candles feed my muse, blah, blah, blah,” and other nonsense that I tell myself so that I have a chance to play with fire and be a pryo child be warmed by a flame.

As for writing buddies, I had one.  There were several people in the NaNo 2014 Facebook group that I was a part of, but I don’t really know any of them.  So my buddy was (and still is) my good friend Miranda.  She put up with all my crazed texts about how I was distraught, borderline hysterical, or just down right depressed.  She must have endless springs of patience because I pestered her about word wars and her word count (I seriously wonder if I knew how to text anything besides: “What’s your word count?”). To put it simply, she’s a saint, and I wouldn’t have made it through without her.

So, dear Followers, I continue on my journey of writing Truly‘s sequel (come now, you knew I was going to bring Truly up at some point).  Little bursts about NaNo 2014 will most likely come out over the next few months as I remember things (word count envy, word count debt, word count depression, writer’s block, more word count envy, the endless 30,000s, etc.), but for now, you can rest assured that this post is over.

Tally ho!

~ Rosalie

A Time to Die Review – 5/5 Stars

“There was once a time when only God knew the day you’d die.
At least that’s what they tell me. I wasn’t alive then — back when life bore adventure and death held surprise. I guess God decided to share the coveted knowledge. Either that, or we stole it from Him. Personally, I think He just gave the world what it thought it wanted: control.
My thin rectangular Clock sits on the carved shelf across the room, clicking its red digital numbers — red like blood. Today marks the first day of my last year alive.
000.364.07.05.16
Three hundred sixty-four days, seven hours, five minutes, and sixteen — no, fifteen — seconds to live. I’ve always thought it cruel they include the seconds. But people want absolutes. They demand fine lines in a fuzzy world.”


Parvin Blackwater believes she has wasted her life. At only seventeen, she has one year left according to the Clock by her bedside. In a last-ditch effort to make a difference, she tries to rescue Radicals from the government’s crooked justice system. But when the authorities find out about her illegal activity, they cast her through the Wall to the perilous and mysterious West— her people’s death sentence. What she finds on the other side about the world, about eternity, and about herself changes Parvin forever and might just save her people. But her Clock is running out. And there is no certainty that she can survive long enough to use what she has discovered at such a harrowing cost. Will Parvin find a way to make her last bit of life meaningful before she zeroes-out? And how far is she willing to go? How much is she willing to lose? Can good really come out of a broken shalom?


ATtD review feature imageParvin is… human and a girl. She’s a little selfish and immature with a good dose of weakness mixed in and some fear and anger too, just for good measure. But she’s also sympathetic with a hidden streak of bravery. At the beginning and through the first bit of the book, that was all she had going for her. One of the things that I love (love, love, love) about this book is that she didn’t stay that way (for those of you who have read some of my other reviews, character development is kind of big deal for me). While she remains thoroughly human and a girl (that is to say, she’s not perfect), her bravery grows. She comes to know God and that is what really changed her from a feeble child to a courageous young woman. As I mentioned before, Parvin is weak and immature. After getting to know God, she begins to accept her weaknesses and rely on God instead of herself. ‘But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.’ – 2 Corinthians 12:9 became her mindset. While she still has her immature moments, she displays subtle wisdom and supernatural peace as she learns.

tightrope editedJude is dangerous, unpredictable, arrogant, and… mysterious. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Jude. He proves to be strong, loyal, smart, brave, and… still mysterious. I can’t stand heroes who act like boys and not men, but Jude was a breath of fresh air because he acts like a man – a real man. Honestly, I didn’t see as much change in Jude as I did in Parvin. Part of it was he didn’t need to grow as much as she did. His development was more of a softening or thawing that crept in quietly and inconspicuously, and that is exactly what makes him believable. Like Parvin, Jude is far from perfect, but he is thoroughly likeable and good at heart.

The dystopian world of A Time to Die is intriguing and seemingly limitless. Incredible technology paired with a tyrannical government gives it a flavor akin to The Hunger Games, but I find that that is the only resemblance. The Hunger Games showed the reader a chillingly godless and truly hopeless world (the version of hope in The Hunger Games is sad, unfulfilling, and lacking any sort of eternal dimension) while A Time to Die offers a brave hope merely in acknowledging the existence of God. With creative gadgets, diverse cultures, and an interesting landscape, the world of A Time to Die is well-built and intriguing.

What I appreciate most about this book is that God is not an afterthought thrown in to have “Christian” added to the label. God and the path to a meaningful life are the primary focus. Ms. Brandes flawlessly depicted Parvin’s interactions with God so that they were real and honest. They didn’t seem forced or clichéd at all.

I was hooked right at the beginning, but there were a few times I wish I had been shown more and told less in the first 70ish pages. Honestly, I would have cried, but this book simply shocked me to pieces. By the end my emotional state was that of a bubble. Now, I’m not saying these things to keep you from reading this book, rather, the opposite. But I’m trying to convey that this is not a fluff book. Ms. Brandes successfully carried out an exquisite ending, excellent characters, eloquent themes, an exciting world, and an engaging writing style.

Therefore, I give A Time to Die five out of five throwing, sleepless stars and a PG-13 rating.

Amazon and Goodreads

Shadow Hand Cover Reveal!!

Hello, my dear Followers!

Remember a few months ago, when I first created this blog, I posted about a wonderful author named Anne Elisabeth Stengl? Well, if you don’t recall this post feel free to check it out in “Random Tid-Bits”.  Anyway, she has just released the cover for her sixth book Shadow Hand!! And a blurb about it too!!! Also, there is a chance to win a Tales of Goldstone Wood mug!! 

So here is the blurb and cover as well as the banner that will be on the mug!! :)

 

“She will take your own two hands

to save your ancient, sorrowing lands.”

By her father’s wish, Lady Daylily is betrothed to the Prince of Southlands.  Not the prince she loves, handsome and dispossessed Lionheart, but his cousin, the awkward and foolish Prince Foxbrush.  Unable to bear the future she sees as her wedding day dawns, Daylily flees into the dangerous Wilderlands, her only desire to vanish from living memory.

But Foxbrush, determined to rescue his betrothed, pursues Daylily into a new world of magic and peril, a world were vicious Faerie beasts hold sway, a world invaded by a lethal fey parasite…

A world that is hauntingly familiar.

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I don’t know about you, but I’m excited!  Obviously, if you are not into fantasy this is not the book for you. 

And here is the mug design (which you have a chance to win)!

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Click on this link to enter the contest to win the mug – http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/0cd52411/

BUT WAIT!! There’s more!!! Go to http://www.shadowhandnovel.blogspot.com/ to read more about Shadow Hand – meet the characters and such!

Shadow Hand… coming spring of 2014!

Have a blessed weekend!

 – RosyRosalie

P.S. – I had to wait till today to post this because Anne Elisabeth Stengl wanted us (bloggers who wanted to help with the reveal) to wait till today! ;)

Blue Jay

On any given day, nearly anywhere in North America, you might see a flash of blue and then several other flashes flying in the same direction.  When they land, the flashes sit in an oak tree chattering to each other noisily.  Each is a brilliant blue with black and white feather markings and large crests on their heads.  One dives to the ground, snatches up an acorn, and zips off.  His disgruntled companions follow close behind, angrily calling to him, but he pays no attention.  Finally, he lands in another tree and holds the acorn with one of his tiny feet.  Pounding hard on it with his beak, he cracks the acorn.  Just as he is about to eat its scrumptious meat, the acorn is snatched away and the chase is on again, this time after another of these birds.

These acorn obsessed creatures are cyanocitta cristata – or blue jays.

Notorious for their bossy attitude, blue jays hoard food to a ridiculous degree, often hiding their food and then forgetting where they hid it.  While the jays are omnivorous, most of the food that they bury is seeds of some sort – acorns, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chestnuts, corn, apple cores and much more.  As a result of their forgetfulness, many new trees and flowers have been planted.  Some accredit blue jays for entire forests, but the birds are not that scatterbrained.  

Even though they are hostile to all birds, including those in their own flock or family, blue jays form exceptionally strong familial ties and often travel in small flocks consisting of one or more different families.  They do as they please, and as a result, they have no real migrating pattern.  While they  might migrate one year, a family may decide that they do not want to the next.  Often, they imitate the calls of hawks just because they can.

Blue jays are very beautiful birds.  They are agile and graceful, able to fly almost vertically into trees.  Their bright blue stands out on the drabbest of days as well as the most vivid.  I suppose the Lord wanted to throw a crazy bird into the mix when He made blue jays.  He gave them a very distinctive personality and plumage.  And to think that He cares for all of them and also for me… well, it gives me goose-bumps and a smile whenever I see one of these fussy birds.

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?  And not one of them is forgotten before God. – Luke 12:6

 – RosyRosalie