Magnus, the runt of a litter of Shade Wolves, wants nothing more than to be a loyal, strong member of the pack. But when an ancient enemy threatens his friends and family, he faces a choice that could tear him from all he’s known and loved.
Born in captivity, the giant panther Kelor knows nothing but suffering and loss. He struggles to find his place in this world of terror, and he battles to protect his family without succumbing to the darkness lurking inside him.
Falling captive to the evil Warden, the two are forced to fight in the battle of the beasts known as ‘The Trail of Bones’. How will Kelor and Magnus learn to work together? How will they escape a fate of despair and death? How will their choices affect their comrades? Their enemies? And the forgotten magic that could doom all life of their world?
Let the adventures begin!
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Editorial Reviews
Salisbury is a rising star in genre fiction. This book makes a unique and exciting contribution in the fantasy realm. The first of great things to come. –Jake Black, “The Authorized Ender Companion” “Smallville” “Ender’s Game: Recruiting Valentine”
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Conclusion:
A fantasy adventure that features lots of action and intrigue that is geared to a YA audience.
There are moments in this tale that are especially well done… story telling at a level that I’d be interested to see what this author would do with an adult orientated fantasy work.
As a dedicated YA work… 5 Stars.
~ Ray Nicholson
The beginning of a great adventure!
I thoroughly enjoyed reading the first book of the Trail of Bones series. It is an unpredictable adventure, with heartwrenching acts of love and friendship. The story ended before I was prepared to put my Kindle down, and now I will wait anxiously for the second book to be published. In the meantime, I think I’ll read it again with my eleven-year-old son; I’m sure he’ll love it as much as I do. Give it a read!
~ HRL
Enthralling story line that really pulls you in
…The characters were some that I will not easily forget because he explains their background in a way that makes the reader really connect and believe they are real. He creates a world that I long to see. I really grew to both love and hate different characters. I think that is a sign of a really great author when they can make us feel so much emotion towards a character.
~ Janason
Read an excerpt:
A series of long, haunting howls echoed through the forest and the night sky. Adolphus nervously looked in the direction of the continuing symphony of yowling wolves. Somewhere, deeper in the forest, the pack was at their den, and something was not at all right.
He had never heard them howl for so long and bark so loud. He was scared but did his best to hide it. So he bravely held up the torch with one hand and firmly gripped the bone handle of his dagger with the other. He would defend the village to his last breath and sacrifice his life if necessary.
Adolphus was only seven years old, but he stood alone atop the wooden watchtower. The young barbarian was a spry, big-boned lad who stood nearly five-feet tall. His hair, black as the night sky, was tied into several long braids that hung below his shoulders. His skin was dark brown, but smooth and unblemished. The muscles in his arms and legs were well developed. His chiseled, strong jaw made him look older than he was, but he still had the heart and mind of a boy.
Suddenly, a large hand slapped his shoulder, startling the young Adolphus so that the torch slipped from his grip and slid down the front of his buckskin, nearly catching him on fire.
“Father!” he yelled as he adeptly caught the torch before it hit the ground. “That’s not funny, and you shouldn’t do that to a watchman.”
“So you think you’re ready to be a watchman now, is that it?” said Chief Thayne Draghone.
“I’m old enough. You told me once you were only five when you stood your first watch,” said the boy, defiantly.
“I did indeed. The youngest of our tribe to do so, but the number of seasons had nothing to do with it. I earned the right. I was ready. Are you?”
The boy looked down, not happy or prepared for his father’s question. But after a moment, he returned his father’s scrutiny.
