Today I’d like to welcome, Missy Sheldrake! I’m excited to be helping her spread the word about the new book in her Keepers of the Wellsprings series: Call of Hywilkin, which will be released on Amazon March 3! There will be more about the whole series below, but first I want to tell you more about Missy.
Missy Sheldrake is an author/illustrator who has been conjuring images of fairies in one form or another since she was very young. The wind in the trees and the rich scent of forest earth are her most treasured sources of inspiration, and on most mornings you will find her wandering the wooded paths, dreaming of the next adventure she hopes to put to the page.
Missy was born in Connecticut and attended Western Connecticut State University, where she earned a Bachelor of Science in Art with a concentration in painting and illustration. Even then, in her free time, she was writing. She moved to Northern Virginia several years ago and lives there now, on the outskirts of Washington D.C., with her true love and their son. She published her first novel, Call of Kythshire, in March of 2015 and intends to keep writing as long as the fairies allow it.
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About the Series
I’m so excited to announce the fourth book in my Keepers of the Wellsprings series: Call of Hywilkin, which will be released on Amazon March 3! If you haven’t read the previous books yet, read on for a quick crash course on the series.
When I started writing and illustrating this series, I really wanted to tell a story that was rich with fantasy, but not overly dark or mired with war and violence. I wanted to show the light side of fantasy: the cheerful, magical, uplifting side which I always drink up whenever it emerges in a story, and which always seems to be so fleeting in fantasy tales. I wanted to tell a story that would capture the hearts of young and old alike. Don’t get me wrong, my books aren’t void of conflict and evil. There is mild violence and not-so-mild wickedness, but it’s those moments in my stories which are the fleeting ones. In the pages of my books, you will find fairies, Mages, Paladins, Elves, Dreamwalkers, Princes and Princesses, and even dragons. You’ll travel through a world rich with magic and wonder. You’ll make new, unforgettable friends.
In Call of Kythshire, you’ll learn all about Cerion, a seaside kingdom which has celebrated peace for over a century. You’ll meet His Majesty’s Elite, a guild that is the right hand adventuring team of King Tirnon Plethore, and you’ll join Azi Hammerfel, a young squire who has grown up within the guild’s halls, through disappointments and triumphs. By her side is Rian, her childhood friend, an Apprentice of the Mage Academy. You’ll meet Flit, a fairy from Kythshire, who is as tricky as any fairy you might imagine, but has a depth of character and a sense of purpose uncommon for a typical fairy. You’ll see her world unfold, and feel the evil threat of Sorcery that looms, waiting to destroy it. You’ll learn a little about the Wellsprings, but not too much–their existence and workings are a well-protected secret. (Click here to read an excerpt from Call of Kythshire.)
In Call of Sunteri, you’ll meet the strong-willed slave boy, Tib, who makes his first appearance as he escapes from the grips of Sorcery in the desert continent of Sunteri. He has help crossing the vast oceans to reach Cerion, but he doesn’t realize it at first. A mysterious being speaks to his mind, controlling his thoughts and making suggestions to ensure his own survival. In the meantime, Azi has been given the task of escorting the Prince of Cerion and his wife-with-child to the lakeside Kordelya Castle as the prince faces suspicion and ridicule after the events of Call of Kythshire. But a darker force emerges from the Dreaming, whose wicked intent is to use any means necessary to escape its prison and claim the magic of the Wellsprings for his own. In this book, you’ll see the devastating effects of the overuse of magic, and what it does to the Wellsprings and the creatures who thrive around them. (Click here to read an excerpt from Call of Sunteri.)
In Call of Brindelier, a dark force looms, more powerful and destructive than any threat Azi and her guild have yet faced. You’ll follow Celli, a scrappy street fighter, as she is enticed into the grips of a powerful Sorcerer. You’ll watch Tib come into his own as he sneaks through the streets of Cerion, uncovering the darkness while also working on a mysterious project. You’ll follow Azi on a quest set by Princess Margary to find proof of Brindelier, a city in the clouds which is the key to all of the Wellsprings in the Known Lands. But Margy is not the only one interested in Brindelier. A dark force has been gathering, poised to claim it for their own. Control over the Wellsprings hangs in the balance. (Click here to read an excerpt from Call of Brindelier.)
In Call of Hywilkin, Azi and Rian find themselves on an urgent quest to Hywilkin, a harsh land of ice and snow reigned by heartless men with no trust in kindness or beauty, and a cruel intolerance for magic of any kind.
Lurking in the far corners of the world, the Sorcerers of Dusk threaten their quest, weaving darkness into their hearts and minds. In Brindelier, they lure Tib into their dangerous plots as he investigates the conspiring shadows of the city.
Appealing to a Keeper of a Wellspring for an offering is no easy feat—especially in Hywilkin, where access to the abandoned magical Source remains forbidden. The Champions of Light must prevail, or Brindelier’s All-Source and all of the Known Lands will fall forever into the grips of Sorcery. (Click here to read an excerpt from Call of Hywilkin.)
This series is appropriate for all ages, but I recommend 13 and up due to some violent themes. There is no sex, swearing, or excessively graphic violence in the Keepers of the Wellsprings. Throughout the series, you’ll encounter daring sword fights, violent magical moments, and a few quick deaths.
Keep reading for a sneak peek from Call of Hywilkin:
“Aaaaaziiiiiiii,” Flitt sings my name just above a whisper. Before I can do it on my own, her tiny hands push one of my eyelids open. I try to squint and blink as she grins at me, her nose nearly touching my eyeball. Her sparkling skin assaults my vision in the darkness of Rian’s room and makes my open eye water.
Careful not to wake Rian, I extract my hand from his and nudge Flitt away.
“What?” I push to her, yawning and nuzzling back into my pillow. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“Yeah, so what are you doing in here?” she asks. The light behind my eyelids fades slightly and I feel her settle on my shoulder. Even in my mind, I can hear the hint of disgust in her tone. Without thinking, I push myself away from Rian in the bed so we’re no longer touching. Flitt and I hold our breath as he stretches and turns so his back is to us and he’s facing the wall.
“That’s better,” she pushes.
“I was sleeping, Flitt,” I complain with a soft groan. My head aches. I consider ignoring her and snuggling up to him again to try and go back to sleep, but now that she’s here, that’s pointless. When Flitt wants something, it’s best to just let her do what she’s going to do.
“I want to talk to you. Come with me!” she says, tugging my hair.
She doesn’t let me finish. I feel myself falling away from the bed and the warmth of Rian lying beside me, and I squeeze my eyes closed as she pulls me through the Half-Realm. We land on a soft bed of moss and I curl into it, knowing without looking that she’s brought me to her grotto in Kythshire. The trickle of the little waterfall and the chimes tinkling in the willows have a dream-like quality to them, making it easy to pretend I’m still sleeping in Rian’s room with his arms snug around me.
“Wake up!” she chirps, darting around me. “Come on!”
“Why?” I groan again and sit up with a scowl. “What’s going on?”
“I missed you, that’s all,” she twirls prettily in front of me and flutters her wings, and I blink rapidly to adjust to her brightness.
“Ah, ah! My turn for a question!” she giggles.
“Nooo,” I fall back into the moss and cross my arms over my head to shield my eyes. “Not that.”
“Come on!” She lands on my elbows and I bat her away. “Azi!”
“So ask it, then!” I growl into the crook of my elbow.