Review: D. Wallace Peach’s New Book: The Tale of the Seasons’ Weaver
Calling all fans of fantasy and D. Wallace Peach: Diana has a new book just out! It’s entitled Tale of the Seasons’ Weaver, and it more than lives up to Diana’s high standard of compelling stories, complete with a beautiful cover. Here is the blurb for Tale of the Seasons’ Weaver: “Already the animals starve. Soon the bonemen will follow, the Moss Folk and woodlings, the watermaids and humans. Then the charmed will fade. And all who will roam a dead world are dead things. Until they too vanish for lack of remembering. Still, Weaver, it is not too late.” In the frost-kissed cottage where the changing seasons are spun, Erith wears the Weaver’s mantle, a title that tests her mortal, halfling magic. As the equinox looms, her first tapestry nears completion—a breathtaking ode to spring. She journeys to the charmed isle of Innishold to release the beauty of nature’s awakening across the land. But human hunters have defiled the enchanted forest and slaughtered winter’s white wolves. Enraged by the trespass, the Winter King seizes Erith’s tapestry and locks her within his ice-bound palace. Here, where comfort and warmth are mere glamours, she may weave only winter until every mortal village succumbs to starvation, ice, and the gray wraiths haunting the snow. With humanity’s fate on a perilous edge, Erith must break free of the king’s grasp and unravel a legacy of secrets. In a charmed court where illusions hold sway, allies matter, foremost among them, the Autumn Prince. Immortal and beguiling, he offers a tantalizing future she has only imagined, one she will never possess—unless she claims her extraordinary power to weave life from the brink of death. My review: The tale opens with an unanticipated confrontation of mortals with enchanted beings, the Winter King’s white wolves. A bloody and terrible battle ensues in which places the delicate balance between the enchanted and mortal worlds on a razor’s edge. This prologue left me breathless and wondering what would come next. Then, in a cottage that spans the boundary between the enchanted and mortal world, the reader is introduced to a halfling named Erith. Her mother, a magical being, was the much revered weaver of tapestries for each season, which ensured the seasonal changes. Now, taking over from her mother, Erith must assume the demanding task of creating the tapestries, her first being that of spring, which at the spring equinox will be imbued with an enchantment causing the change from winter to spring. It is an age old honor to be the Season’s Weaver and a heavy burden, especially when the four seasons are not always gracious about handing over the crown at the appropriate time. Erith has to remain impartial to not cause any further disharmony; to the extent she herself only wears black or grey to avoid showing a preference. While Erith feels herself to be an inadequate weaver in comparison to her mother’s, she nevertheless completes the beautiful weaving and now must bring it to the magical island of Innishold. There the Winter King resides, and there winter will give way to spring with the enchantment of the weaving at the equinox. The author’s imagination has no limits in her inventions of characters, and I am more often than not gobsmacked by her creations. In the first chapter the reader is introduced to Mazheven, leader of the Mori Duglum, stout hunters clad in green cloaks with carrying powerful bows on their backs and quivers of arrows at their hips. Mazheven wears a long red scarf that encircles his neck, which contrasts with his cloak and his white beard. This guide taught Erith lessons in woodlore and with his band will see her safely through the snowy and foggy forest and across the frozen lake to the Winter King’s palace, a journey fraught with danger. One of those dangers are the wylyali , which Erith sees lurking the forest. These are fearsome. horned winter predators that slip from the “gauzy border” that separates the living from the dead. They hunt anything mortal with a blood lust, and the more they eat, the more hungry they become. Tall and gaunt, their pale skin is stretched so tightly over their bodies that their individual muscles and bones can be seen. They are truly frightening. After crossing the frozen lake and finding the Winter King and the rest of the seasonal royalty already in a wild celebration of the equinox, Erith is engulfed in the revelry but remains nervous about her reception by the King. Although she is on edge, nothing prepares her for what comes next: the theft of her tapestry and her imprisonment by the Winter King. The Winter King seemed to me unnecessarily cruel and vindictive, unlike the rulers of the other seasons, and I had to wonder why. How will she recover the tapestry? Who can Erith count on for allies in confronting the Winter King? And what secrets did her mother and the Winter King keep from her? The author’s descriptions of this quasi-magical world are of this world are breathtaking, and as I’ve noted with her previous books, I often take time to read them twice because they are so beautiful – such as this one, describing the spring tapestry: “The landscape formed a square…A medley of greens and blues flowed across the season, the underlying wave overlaid with a handstitched palette of flowers. Butterflies flitted between the blooms of lungwort and foxglove. Rabbit sprinted in the pale grass, and the fish sparkled in a purling stream. The azure sky played host to clouds as soft as lambswool.” I hope I have given you enough of an introduction to the book to compel your interest. This is fantasy at its best, along the lines of the Chronicles of Narnia or Tolkien’s Ring Trilogy. If I could give the book ten stars, I would! About the author: D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move
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