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About
The Book:
Author: S.D. Reeves
Pub. Date: November
15, 2017
Publisher: Riversong
Books
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 297
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, Kindle, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, TBD, Bookshop.org
Sixteen-year-old Niena wants nothing more than to attend an elite bardic college, but when the dragon that shattered the empire awakens again she finds herself on the run, through the fey realm of Fairhome, to the city where she was born. On her trail are her army veteran grandfather, thrown into a commander's role he doesn't want, the lord of the fairies, trying to steer her to his own ends, and the husband she won't meet for fifteen years. If she kills the dragon, she'll save everyone she holds dear. But if she kills the dragon, she's cursed instead to become it.
Curses of Scale is
the 2018 First Place Winner of Red City Review's Young Adult
Category, and an Official Selection of the 2018 New Apple
Literary Awards. It also has the distinction of being a finalist in the
following awards:
- Chanticleer's Ozma Fantasy Award
- Readers' Favorite General Fantasy
- Wishing Shelf Young Adult
"★★★★ Curses of
Scale is a coming of age tale with a lot to say about life and taking charge of
one's destiny in the search for independence. " -Reader's Favorite
"★★★★★ Curses of
Scale is a Pandora's box of world-building elements, and Reeves shows great
skill at parceling out the pieces of lore and mystery thattoday's fantasy
readers crave. Readers will be sure to enjoy this crafty, utterly transportive
novel."
- Red City Review
Excerpt
Twin pinpricks of light blur into the marsh. Marny rubs his
tired eyes, the fog always makes it hard to see anything. Though after ten
years up in this tower, he didn’t need the long glass to recognise a carriage
from Kimbesh.
“Look at my hands Cap, I can barely move em. S’like they’re
covered in syrup.”
Ten years. Hardly how the old man thought he’d be spending
his retirement; Captain of the the poorest militia in what was once the empire,
and stuck in a crumbling tower listening to a new-horn whine.
“So damn cold, my mug is steaming, see that?”
“Not the only thing steaming up here, you pile of shit,”
Marny growls.
The trim of his bluecoat dusts the stone where he spins. But
there isn’t much room up on this side of the tower to pace. Two other soldiers
huddle around the beacon light in the centre. Marny scowls at them, before
turning back towards the countryside with a sigh. Gnarled hands work at the
cold that needles his joints.
“Worthless bunch of cast offs,” he mumbles, and someone
coughs behind him. This day has been a long one; born in the morning, and still
not put to bed. And there is a creeping feeling of unease that has been with
him almost all night.
Marny scratches his nose. Only the moon is out, its ample
body becoming half-hidden by a porridge of clouds. The other lights have fully
retreated - and everything else too. As if the stars might be children, caught
red-handed past their bedtime. All of the toys, all of the games have been
snatched away, leaving only that one forgotten lamp and the sheet they hid
under.
The clop of boots from a heavy-set man tells him all
he needs to know about who is approaching. “Gab,” he says.
“Don’t tell me you’re up here complaining again like an old
woman?” Gabin says from the top of a ladder. Of the men here the quartermaster
is the finest and most warmly dressed. His blue coat has been neatly ironed,
and there are no stains on the grey wool shirt. Though the size of his girth
emerging out of the trap door to the main room below, doesn’t flatter.
“I’ve been stuck up in this mud hole for a week shitting in
my helmet,” the old man answers back, head cocked. “You can bugger it.”
About S.D. Reeves:
Stephen Reeves was born in 1980 in Huntsville,
Alabama. He currently resides in Switzerland with an undetermined number of
cats greater than zero, and a propensity for nonsense. On those cold nights
where the wind steams off snowbanks, he is known to write award-winning fantasy
novels. And curse his wife's cold feet.
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