Tag Archives: Book 1: Meadowsweet
Compliments came few and far between, and it was even rarer to find someone who didn’t think him ill-suited to his calling. Freydolf was unaccountably pleased to earn Tupper’s solemn approval for the one choice that had robbed him of everything, yet given him everything he now held dear.
—MEADOWSWEET by C. J. Milbrandt
Can you hunt?” asked Tupper.
“Do Pred have claws?” Aurelius returned tartly.
“Yes. And pointy teeth.”
With a put-upon sigh, he said, “That was a rhetorical question. For your information, we’re taught to hunt and fish from the time we’re weaned.”
—MEADOWSWEET by C.J. Milbrandt
The Pred radiated self-assurance as he poised upon a flat stone mid-stream, clad in nothing but breeches and bronzed skin. Tupper had never seen someone with so many weapons—matched daggers, gleaming spear, and all those claws. Squatting on the broad, pebbled bank, the boy watched with undisguised awe.
—MEADOWSWEET by C.J. Milbrandt
Aurelius stole onto a rocky outcropping above the buck, blades drawn, muscles taut, poised to leap. It was impossible not to acknowledge the hunter’s own unique nobility. Although Freydolf would never cater to the other man’s ego by telling him so, he’d often thought that this Aurelius—the one stripped of all his ruffles and refinement—was worth sculpting.
—MEADOWSWEET by C.J. Milbrandt
Children on all four continents are tested for affinity, but in the foothills of the Gray Mountain, no one remembers stone lore.”
—MEADOWSWEET by C.J. Milbrandt
You listen to me, sprat. The twelve mountains are miraculous places, and their Keepers are venerable souls at the pinnacle of their craft. The acclaim of every master sculptor reaches to the farthest corner of the four continents!”
—MEADOWSWEET by C. J. Milbrandt
Galleries of Stone Reread
I did an authorial reread of Meadowsweet and Harrow, partly for Continue reading Galleries of Stone Reread
ART: Prologue [Galleries of Stone]
“That man’s branch is severed from our tree. His star is fallen from our sky. His name is cast into the sea. May the depths take him.” Silence hung heavy in the house as the clan leader cursed his own son. “May his blood spill, may his bones break, may flames consume him. He is an enemy of this house. Should he trespass upon this clan’s holdings, my own dagger will spill his entrails, my own hands will wring the breath from his lungs. That man will meet his end.”
—Galleries of Stone, Book 1: Meadowsweet, Prologue
Reader Art. I’ve been away, and it’s lovely to be home again. One of my favorite parts of returning was finding new art in my inbox. I’ve featured Skylee’s art before. When she secured her print edition of Meadowsweet, she kicked off her re-read with art. And I have permission to share!
Continue reading ART: Prologue [Galleries of Stone]
IN PRINT: Meadowsweet [Galleries of Stone]
Now Available! I’m pleased (and proud) to announce that Meadowsweet is now available in print! My own boxes of books arrived earlier today, and they look wonderful. I fanned the pages, then sat down to read the first chapter. Continue reading IN PRINT: Meadowsweet [Galleries of Stone]
C. J. Milbrandt 