Character Profile
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SummaryToothy cows, lost jewels, and daring escapes for all…
These high fantasy adventures tell the story of three siblings on the run from evil alligator overlords, making them full of action, peril, and tongue-in-cheek humor. Also includes two companion books—collection of short stories (Wingfeather Tales) and a humorous log of the strange creatures of this world (Creaturepedia). StatsGenre: Midgrade (8-12 years) high fantasy
Series length: Four books plus a short story collection Violence: Moderate to moderately high fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Moderately high supernatural Romance: None Christian/spiritual element: Strong allegorical elements Recommendation: Due to the author’s songwriting background, the stories have a great cadence, making them fun read-alouds. You might like this book if you liked... Redwall series by Brian Jacques or Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis |
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The old stories tell that when the first person woke up on the first morning in the world where this tale takes place, he yawned, stretched, and said to the first thing he saw, "Well, here we are." The man's name was Dwayne, and the first thing he saw was a rock. Next to the rock, though, was a woman named Gladys, whom he would learn to get along with very well. In the many ages that followed, that first sentence was taught to children and their children's children and their children's parents' cousins and so on until, quite by accident, all speaking creatures referred to the world around them as Aerwiar. |
On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness
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"Toooothy cow!" bellowed Podo as he whacked a stick against the nearest glipwood tree. The old pirate's eyes blazed, and he stood at the base of the tree like a ship's captain at the mast. "Toothy cow! Quick! Into the tree house!" Not far away, an arrow whizzed through some hanging moss and thudded into a plank of wood decorated with a charcoal drawing of a snarling Fang. The arrow portruded from the Fang's mouth, the shaft still vibrating from the impact. Tink lowered his bow, squinted to see if he had hit the target, and completely ignored his grandfather. "TOOOOOTHY--oy! That's a fine shot, lad--COW!" |
North! Or Be Easten
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It wasn't a sound that woke Janner Igiby. It was silence. Something was wrong. He strained into a sitting position, wincing at the pain in his neck, shoulders, and thighs. Every time he moved he was reminded of the claws and teeth that had caused his wounds. He expected to see the bearer of those claws and teeth asleep in the bunk beside him, but his brother was gone. |
The Monster in the Hollows
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"What happens next?" "How am I supposed to know? I've never been in a war." "But we've been here for three hours at least. And we haven't eaten a thing." "Look, all I know is we're supposed to sit here and be quiet until the tribes are finished pledging--or whatever it's called. And we're all hungry, but at least you don't get cold." |
The Warden and the Wolf King
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South of the Killridge Mountains, west of the Chasm, north of the Jungles of Plontst, and east of the Dark Sea of Darkness lay the broad and blighted wasteland of white stone and red sand called the Woes of Shreve. The Woes were lethal. No human could survive there because the blistering sunlight would sizzle their skin and bake their bones in a matter of minutes--no human, that is, except those who managed to slather themselves with bloodrock dye, which was very expensive and very hard to come by. Hard to come by unless of course you owned one of the few bloodrock mines which were well-guarded by all manner of deadly things like assassins and mad Fangs (who survived the war) and packs of slidder vipes whose needle-teeth could skin a tahala whole in the time one could say, "Oh my, I'm all out of bloodrock dye and we're hours from shelter. It was nice knowing you." |
Wingfeather Tales
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