This week’s Teaser comes from a book called Legon Awakening by Nicholas Taylor. The first in a series, I started this book and then put it down, for various reasons, most of which were enumerated in a rather amusing fashion by a reviewer named Meg over at Goodreads. (Unlike me, Meg appears to have actually finished the book.) I did enjoy the book’s prologue, sort of, in that I thought the obviously-odious “Iumenta” kind of sounded like the Melniboneans of “Elric” fame.
Unfortunately, after the prologue, the focus immediately shifts to Legon and his sister Sasha (she’s his “sister” in the same sense that The Beautiful Trixie is Dennis the Vizsla’s “sister”). These two, and everyone else in their village, talk and act like they wandered into the fantasy realm via a land bridge from modern California, and I rapidly got bored with the scenario. Plus I couldn’t stop thinking of Legon as looking like this:
I may or may not go back and finish this book. Given that my Kindle contains nearly 10 pages just of titles that I’ve accumulated from BookBub and haven’t read yet, the odds favor “not”. Nevertheless, this is Teaser Tuesday, so here’s a little tidbit from around where I left off in Legon Awakening:
Most people in town built their home next door to their place of business, and in some cases the buildings served both purposes. The town did have a central market, but most of the things sold there were livestock and produce, along with the occasional traveling merchant who would sell their wares there.
I wonder how many gold pieces traveling merchants list for these days … Meanwhile, speaking of “oodles and oodles of editing” (to quote Meg’s suggestion of what Legon needs), I am partway through the third (and likely final) editing pass for The War of the Ravels. Here’s a little blurb from the page where I’m currently marking things up with a red pen:
“She’s disoriented.” A female voice, familiar, but less so than the other two. “It happens up here sometimes. She will recover in a few days, once she rests and gets used to the thin air.”
“She will?” Bernard’s voice, near her head.
“Yes. Well, or else she’ll die. But she’ll probably be all right. We are well below the height where people die.” Pause. “Usually.”
Viscosity 
That thin air can be a killer!
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