I'm so excited for this story! Let me introduce the first novella of the award winning series Tales of Goldstone Wood by Anne Elisabeth Stengl! Isn't the cover marvelous? I love the watercolor spread of the sky and the soft, gentle colors. It's so cool to have a fantasy story set in an Oriental-based ship!
Coming This November
The Vengeful Goddess
Demands Her Tithe
Yet, to the
horror of his crew, Captain Sunan vows to protect the stowaway, a foreigner in
clown's garb. A curse falls upon the ship and all who sail with her, for Risafeth
will stop at nothing to claim her tithe.
Will Munny find
the courage to trust his captain and to protect the strange clown who has
become his friend?
~
Anne Shares the Back-story of the Cover
I had the fun of designing this cover—finding
reference photos, inventing the composition, applying the text, etc.—but the
actual artistic work was done by talented cover artist Phatpuppy
(www.phatpuppyart.com), whose work I have admired for many years. It was such a
thrill for me to contact and commission this artist to create a look for Goddess Tithe that is reminiscent of the
original novels but has a style and drama all its own.
The boy on the front was quite a find. I hunted high
and low for an image of a boy the right age, the right look, with the right
expression on his face. Phatpuppy and I worked with a different model through
most of the cover development stage. But then I happened upon this image, and
both she and I were delighted with his blend of youth, stubbornness, and
strength of character! It wasn’t difficult to switch the original boy for this
young man. He simply is Munny, and
this cover is a perfect window into the world of my story.
You can’t see it here, but the wrap-around back cover for
the print copy contains some of the prettiest work . . . including quite a
scary sea monster! Possibly my favorite detail is the inclusion of the ghostly
white flowers framing the outer edge. These are an important symbol in the
story itself, and when Phatpuppy sent me the first mock-up cover with these
included, I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement!
Illustration Sneak Peak
Anne Shares Back-Story on Illustration!
There are eight
full-page illustrations in Goddess Tithe
featuring various characters and events from the story. This is the first one
in the book. I decided to share it with all of you since it depicts my young
hero, Munny the cabin boy, under the watchful eye of his mentor, the old sailor
Tu Pich. Munny is on his first voyage, and he is determined to learn all there
is to know about a life at sea as quickly as possible. Thus we see him utterly
intent upon the knot he is learning to tie. Tu Pich is old enough to know that
no sailor will ever learn all there
is to know about the sea. Thus he looks on, grave, caring, and perhaps a little
sad. He might be looking upon his own younger self of many years ago, fumbling
through the hundreds of difficult knots his fingers must learn to tie with
unconscious ease.
I enjoyed
creating all the illustrations for Goddess
Tithe, but this one was my favorite. I love the contrasts of light and
dark, the contrasts of young and old . . . youthful intensity versus the
perspective of age.
Excerpt from Goddess Tithe!
Here is an excerpt from the middle of the story. In this
scene, Munny has been ordered to Captain Sunan’s cabin to clear away his
breakfast . . . an unexpected task, for a lowly cabin boy would not ordinarily
dare enter his captain’s private quarters! Munny hopes to slip in and out
quietly without attracting the captain’s notice. But his hopes are dashed when
Sunan addresses him, asking how their strange, foreign stowaway is faring:
__________
“And
what do you make of him yourself?”
Munny
dared glance his captain’s way and was relieved when his eyes met only a stern
and rigid back. “I’m not sure, Captain,” he said. “I think he’s afraid. But not
of . . .”
“Not
of the goddess?” the Captain finished for him. And with these words he turned upon
Munny, his eyes so full of secrets it was nearly overwhelming. Munny froze, his
fingers just touching but not daring to take up a small teapot of fragile work.
The
Captain looked at him, studying his small frame up and down. “No,” he said, “I
believe you are right. Leonard the Clown does not fear Risafeth. I believe he
is unaware of his near peril at her will, suffering as he does under a peril
nearer still.”
Munny made neither answer nor any move.
“We
will bring him safely to Lunthea Maly, won’t we, Munny?” the Captain said. But
he did not speak as though he expected an answer, so again Munny offered none.
“We will bring him safely to Lunthea Maly and there let him choose his own dark
future.”
“I
hope—” Munny began.
But
he was interrupted by a sudden commotion on deck. First a rising murmur of
voices, then many shouts, inarticulate in cacophony. But a pounding at the
cabin door accompanied Sur Agung’s voice bellowing, “Captain, you’d best come
see this!”
The
Captain’s eyes widened a moment and still did not break gaze with Munny’s. “We’ll
keep him safe,” he repeated. Then he turned and was gone, leaving the door
open.
Munny
put down the pot he held and scurried after. The deck was alive with hands,
even those who were off watch, crawling up from the hatches and crowding the
rails on the port side. They parted way for the Captain to pass through, but
when Munny tried to follow, they closed in again, blocking him as solidly as a
brick wall.
“Look!
Look!” Munny heard voices crying.
“It’s
a sign!”
“She’s
warning us!”
“It’s
a sign, I tell you!”
Fearing
he knew not what, Munny ran for the center mast and climbed partway up, using
the handholds and footholds with unconscious confidence. Soon he was high
enough to see over the heads of the gathered crew, out into the blue waters of
the ocean. And he saw them.
They were water birds. Big white albatrosses,
smaller seagulls, heavy cormorants, even deep-throated pelicans and sleek,
black-faced terns. These and many more, hundreds of them, none of which should
be seen this far out to sea.
They
were all dead. Floating in a great mass.
Munny
clung to the mast, pressing his cheek against its wood. The shouts of the
frightened sailors below faded away, drowned out by the desolation of that
sight. Death, reeking death, a sad flotilla upon the waves.
“I’ve
never seen anything like that.”
Munny
looked down to where Leonard clung to the mast just beneath him, staring
wide-eyed out at the waves. “How could this have happened? Were they sick?
Caught in a sudden gale? Are they tangled in fishing nets?”
There
was no fear in his voice. Not like in the voices of the sailors. He did not
understand. He did not realize. It wasn’t his fault, Munny told himself.
But
it was.
__________
Doesn't that all sound absolutely stupendous??? If you want to find out more about the novella, here is its blog. Feel free to share the button!
Doesn't that all sound absolutely stupendous??? If you want to find out more about the novella, here is its blog. Feel free to share the button!
Anne Elisabeth Stengl makes her
home in Raleigh, North Carolina, where she lives with her husband, Rohan, a
kindle of kitties, and one long-suffering dog. When she’s not writing, she
enjoys Shakespeare, opera, and tea, and practices piano, painting, and pastry
baking. She studied illustration at Grace College and English literature at
Campbell University. She is the author of the Tales of Goldstone Wood,
including Heartless, Veiled Rose,
Moonblood, Starflower, and Dragonwitch.
Heartless and Veiled Rose have
each been honored with a Christy Award, and Starflower
was voted winner of the 2013 Clive Staples Award.
Now, Anne is giving away not one, but two proof copies of Goddess Tithe!
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