Children of the Bloodlands: The Realms of Ancient Book 2 by S.M. Beiko (English)

Description: Children of the Bloodlands by S.M. Beiko Book two in a new YA trilogy combining urban fantasy with magical realism. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Age range 12 to 16The dazzling second book in S.M. Beikos Realms of Ancient series.Three months after the battle of Zabor, the five friends that came together to defeat her have been separated. Burdened with the Calamity Stone she acquired in Scion of the Fox, Roan has gone to Scotland to retrace her grandmothers steps in an attempt to stop further evil from entering the world.Meanwhile, a wicked monster called Seela has risen from the ashy Bloodlands and is wreaking havoc on the world while children in Edinburgh are afflicted by a strange plague; Eli travels to Seoul to face judgment and is nearly murdered; Natti endures a taxing journey with two polar bears; Phae tries desperately to obtain the key to the Underworld; and Barton joins a Family-wide coalition as the last defense against an enemy that will stop at nothing to undo Ancients influence on Earth — before there is no longer an Earth to fight for.Darkness, death, and the ancient powers that shape the world will collide as our heroes discover that some children collapse under their dark inheritance, and those that dont are haunted by blood.The rewardingly complex mythology is deepened through parallel humanizing themes in the protagonists storylines, while game-changing action sequences unleash real consequences in the highly diverse world. A densely-packed, well-crafted sequel that will leave readers eager for the trilogys finale. — Kirkus ReviewsChildren of the Bloodlands is an exceptional instalment to the Realms of Ancient saga. S.M. Beiko injects her narrative with a passion and pathos that had me hooked from the very first page. This is a complex and compelling fantasy from one of Canadas most exciting literary-spec writers. Im eagerly awaiting book three. — Charlene Challenger, author of The Voices in Between and The Myth in Distance[An] intricately plotted and pleasantly creepy volume. Roan, with her sarcasm, intensity, and increasing world-weariness, is a compelling, realistic protagonist ... This action-packed Canadian animal fantasy trilogy is recommended for its unique mythology and diverse characters. — Elizabeth Giles, School Library JournalBeikodoes a wonderful job creating this world . . . I loved the ending and I lovedhow all the characters worked together but also apart and really loved how itall came together. I cant wait to read the third book. — Cover2Cover Blog Author Biography S.M. Beiko is an eclectic writer and artist based in Winnipeg, Manitoba. She also works as a freelance editor, illustrator, and graphic designer. Her first novel, The Lake and the Library, was nominated for the Manitoba Book Award for Best First Book as well as the 2014 Aurora Award. The first novel in this series, Scion of the Fox, won the 2018 Copper Cylinder Award. Review "Children of the Bloodlands took the foundations of lore and mythology laid in the first book and grew it to a whole new level ... I was fully engaged in the story and totally smitten with and protective of the characters." -- Brains, Books, and Brawn blog"Written with the same maddeningly clever style as [Scion of the Fox], Children of the Bloodlands was a powerful and extremely exciting continuation of book 1 ... The Realms of Ancient books are perfect for any YA fantasy reader." -- Rad Babes Read blog"Children of the Bloodlands is an exceptional instalment to the Realms of Ancient saga. S.M. Beiko injects her narrative with a passion and pathos that had me hooked from the very first page. This is a complex and compelling fantasy from one of Canadas most exciting literary-spec writers. Im eagerly awaiting book three." -- Charlene Challenger, author of The Voices in Between and The Myth in Distance"[An] intricately plotted and pleasantly creepy volume. Roan, with her sarcasm, intensity, and increasing world-weariness, is a compelling, realistic protagonist ... This action-packed Canadian animal fantasy trilogy is recommended for its unique mythology and diverse characters." -- School Library Journal (online)"In book 2 of The Realms of Ancient, Beiko brings the hammer down while continuing all that I loved about Scion of the Fox -- the characters, the originality, and the real-world locations. I cannot wait to read the series finale. Bravo!" -- Julie E. Czerneda, author of the Nights Edge series"S.M. Beikos Children of the Bloodlands is a wild, fiery, earth-shattering, sky-scraping ride. Roan and her friends, who came together so memorably in Scion of the Fox, must now follow separate paths, which lead them into realms that are both terrifying and beautiful, and truths that hurt before they heal. Book 3 cant come soon enough!" -- Caitlin Sweet, author of The Door in the Mountain and The Flame in the Maze"The five protagonists are vibrant and well developed characters, realistically diverse ... The world is interesting, the mythology is unique and the characters are engaging." -- CM: Canadian Review of Materials"The rewardingly complex mythology is deepened through parallel humanizing themes in the protagonists storylines, while game-changing action sequences unleash real consequences in the highly diverse world. A densely-packed, well-crafted sequel that will leave readers eager for the trilogys finale." -- Kirkus Reviews Long Description Age range 12 to 16 The dazzling second book in S.M. Beikos Realms of Ancient series. Three months after the battle of Zabor, the five friends that came together to defeat her have been separated. Burdened with the Calamity Stone she acquired in Scion of the Fox, Roan has gone to Scotland to retrace her grandmothers steps in an attempt to stop further evil from entering the world. Meanwhile, a wicked monster called Seela has risen from the ashy Bloodlands and is wreaking havoc on the world while children in Edinburgh are afflicted by a strange plague; Eli travels to Seoul to face judgment and is nearly murdered; Natti endures a taxing journey with two polar bears; Phae tries desperately to obtain the key to the Underworld; and Barton joins a Family-wide coalition as the last defense against an enemy that will stop at nothing to undo Ancients influence on Earth -- before there is no longer an Earth to fight for. Darkness, death, and the ancient powers that shape the world will collide as our heroes discover that some children collapse under their dark inheritance, and those that dont are haunted by blood. The rewardingly complex mythology is deepened through parallel humanizing themes in the protagonists storylines, while game-changing action sequences unleash real consequences in the highly diverse world. A densely-packed, well-crafted sequel that will leave readers eager for the trilogys finale. -- Kirkus Reviews Children of the Bloodlands is an exceptional instalment to the Realms of Ancient saga. S.M. Beiko injects her narrative with a passion and pathos that had me hooked from the very first page. This is a complex and compelling fantasy from one of Canadas most exciting literary-spec writers. Im eagerly awaiting book three. -- Charlene Challenger, author of The Voices in Between and The Myth in Distance [An] intricately plotted and pleasantly creepy volume. Roan, with her sarcasm, intensity, and increasing world-weariness, is a compelling, realistic protagonist ... This action-packed Canadian animal fantasy trilogy is recommended for its unique mythology and diverse characters. -- Elizabeth Giles, School Library Journal Beikodoes a wonderful job creating this world . . . I loved the ending and I lovedhow all the characters worked together but also apart and really loved how itall came together. I cant wait to read the third book. -- Cover2Cover Blog Review Quote "The rewardingly complex mythology is deepened through parallel humanizing themes in the protagonists storylines, while game-changing action sequences unleash real consequences in the highly diverse world. A densely-packed, well-crafted sequel that will leave readers eager for the trilogys finale." -- Kirkus Reviews "[An] intricately plotted and pleasantly creepy volume. Roan, with her sarcasm, intensity, and increasing world-weariness, is a compelling, realistic protagonist . . . This action-packed Canadian animal fantasy trilogy is recommended for its unique mythology and diverse characters." -- School Library Journal (online) "The five protagonists are vibrant and well developed characters, realistically diverse . . . The world is interesting, the mythology is unique and the characters are engaging." -- CM: Canadian Review of Materials "In book 2 of The Realms of Ancient , Beiko brings the hammer down while continuing all that I loved about Scion of the Fox -- the characters, the originality, and the real-world locations. I cannot wait to read the series finale. Bravo!" -- Julie E. Czerneda, author of the Nights Edge series "S.M. Beikos Children of the Bloodlands is a wild, fiery, earth-shattering, sky-scraping ride. Roan and her friends, who came together so memorably in Scion of the Fox , must now follow separate paths, which lead them into realms that are both terrifying and beautiful, and truths that hurt before they heal. Book 3 cant come soon enough!" -- Caitlin Sweet, author of The Door in the Mountain and The Flame in the Maze Feature Short Description In the second installment of S.M. Beikos Realms of Ancient series, Roan and her four friends, scattered to the corners of the globe, continue resolute in their battle against world-imperiling evil. Children of the Bloodlands brings the clash of titanic powers unforgettably to life. Sales and Market Bullets Key themes include death, loss, mixed/non-traditional families, identity, environmental destruction, and Indigenous issues. M. Beikos first YA fantasy novel, The Lake and the Library, was nominated for the Aurora and Eileen McTavish Sykes Awards. Children of the Bloodlands contains a prominent lesbian couple, a key character that is multi-spirited, and one asexual main character. Audience 13+ fantasy readers, and crossover into general fantasy readers. Readers of of Kelley Armstrong, Leigh Bardugo, Veronica Roth, Lesley Livingston, Philip Pullman, Maggie Stiefvater, and Marissa Meyer. High school teachers for curriculum, librarians. Excerpt from Book The Sigil of the Moth Queen Five days before the dead body in the snow, and fourteen years after Ravenna and Aaron Harken inhaled a lungful of the Assiniboine, I sat in the back of English class, trying really, really hard not to rub my left eye. The best solution Id come up with after all these years was to claw at the eye patch I wore over it, faking relief. I had a bunch of eye patches actually, and I took pride in decorating them. The plan was to wear my disability like a badge, to show people I didnt care. But after adjusting the patch in the mirror every morning before school, Id inevitably cover it with my messy auburn hair. It took less energy to hide it than own it. My left eye had had this lingering infection thing since I was small. Id apparently started rubbing it sometime after my parents deaths and couldnt stop. The psychologists branded this a coping mechanism and shrugged it off. And it got worse. A "chronic weeping infection," caused by what couldve been an autoimmune disorder. All I could do was use drops and antibiotics, keep it covered, and hope Id grow out of it. Stress made it worse. And I was always stressed. Vicious cycle. I tried to stay positive. I was always trying really, really hard at that. But tapping on the patch wasnt doing a damn thing, so I dug my pen into the well-worn groove on my desktop, wishing it was my eye, wishing I could just grind it out and trade it for a bionic one that shot lasers and gave me some social cred. I felt a hand on my arm and looked up. Phaes placid, deep-brown face was in mine, and she was shaking her head. Smiling, she told me to take a deep breath and sit back. So I shut my good eye and my evil eye, and sighed deeply. It worked for a few seconds. Breathe, a wise dwarf once said. Thats the key. Thankfully, it was the end of the day. The bell went off and everyone stuffed their bags desperately, afraid that if they didnt move fast enough they wouldnt be allowed to leave. I tucked my well-worn copy of Wuthering Heights into my bag. ". . . and it wouldnt be so bad if you werent on edge all the time. Stress is a killer," Phae was saying. Phae was always trying to help. "Why dont we try yoga again in my studio? I promise it gets better after the first time." I was feeling generous, so I did the math for her. "Cmon, Phae. Me plus contortionist calisthenics minus one eye equals doom." I shouldered my bag. "Dont worry about me. Ive just got the usual stuff on my mind." I didnt elaborate. Usual stuff could mean anything. Usual teenager stuff -- grades, periods, boyfriends (or lack of interest in them), body anxieties, family drama, trying to fit in at school -- yep, all boxes checked. Then there were the extras. Double dead parents. Freaky new house. Gunky eyeball . . . Everyone was rushing for the door, including the few peers Mrs. Mills asked me to help with essay composition. I felt like she was punishing me for being a good student, because these particular kids didnt give a crap about English or the provincial exams coming up next term. Which meant they gave less of a crap about me, if that was possible. If you havent gotten it already, I wasnt exactly a social butterfly, or up to confrontation, so when I called out to John Hardwick and the rest of his cronies about their practice essays, they threw glances over their shoulders, sneering and slapping each other on the backs. Ugh, whatever. Let em fail. Theyd still end up CEOs. Phae came to my side, smiling and shrugging as she steered me towards our lockers. Tutoring my peers, caring about school, keeping to myself. Id been making it seem like I had it all together, that I had plans and goals, because I didnt want tragedy to always define me. Besides, grades, private teenage thoughts, fleeting attempts at friendships -- these were the things normal people cared about, right? I felt like each one got me closer to the status quo that everyone around me took for granted, and mercifully farther away from the pang of having little direction in life except forward. But right now, I wanted to live. I wanted my biggest concerns to be getting into university, having some semblance of privacy, or worrying about what kind of leftovers I could heat up after ten p.m. without my aunt knowing. I wanted it all badly enough to put the eye patch on every day, to tutor lazy idiots on their shitty papers, and steer any cruelty or pity, intended or otherwise, into the immense vortex caused by my convincing and well-practised Brave Face. And so far it was working, except when a few impulses slipped through the cracks. My eye twitched and I reached for it. Phae slapped my hand away from my face, full stop. I winced. "Hey, we trying physical abuse now, guru?" I felt Phae squirting my palms with hand sanitizer. "I think abuse is my only remaining option. This place is a germ factory, and youre shoving your fingers into your infected eye?" Oh, Phaedrapramit Das. Calming manatee and life coach since grade three. Shed marked me as her best friend almost immediately, asking blunt but kind questions about my eye and if I needed someone to talk to, on account of my dead parents and all, since, according to all the books shed read, orphans were the ones who had it roughest. I think she mostly stuck by me because I was helpless with some things, even though I tried hard (and failed) to look capable. I flexed my now-sanitized hands, squeezing them into fists. "It feels really bad today. I dont know." I lifted the patch. "I know this is gross, but, can you . . . ?" Phae was on the med-school track, and no injury had ever phased her. But I noticed a tremor at the edge of her mouth when she frowned. "That bad, huh?" She leaned in for a closer look. "It looks worse than usual, thats for sure." She ushered me up to my cheap plastic locker mirror. "That lump there is very large and red. Cant you feel it under your eye?" The truth was, I couldnt. And seeing it in the mirror was such a shock that I had to look away before I started prodding it. It looked like something from a hospital horror BuzzFeed article. I slapped the patch down and my hair over it. "No, it just . . . it feels irritated, thats all. Theres been swelling like that before, though, so . . ." I didnt mention the headache creeping on. Seeing that lump really freaked me out. "Go to the emergency, Roan. Seriously." I waved her off. "Look, its the end of the day. If its worse in the morning, Ill skip first period and go to a walk-in clinic." Phae fussed all the way into the winter air and to the bike racks, and I promised Id text her a play-by-play of my mutating opto-tumour if it made her feel any better. As I ran my bike up to the road and started pedalling, I was already strategizing how Id manoeuvre around Deedee and Arnas. Phae was bad enough (in a good way), but my aunt and uncle were tougher to get around. Well, Arnas wasnt too bad, since he had always been as assertive as a two-by-four, but where he lacked, Deedee made up in spades . . . in a loving, hypochondriac way. Arnas was my fathers brother, and Deidre, his wife. They werent technically married, but they had been together for as long as the "conventional" parents of my classmates. Deidre was doting and always concerned (all the doctors and psych visits had been her idea) and always busy. She said that sitting still was something she could do when she was dead. I admired her tenacity, but it had been a long day, and I didnt need someone else going, Oh hey, whats wrong? Here are a hundred suggestions -- fuss, preen -- let me get you something. Good intentions and all, but the last thing I wanted was another helicopter hovering over my life. And a lump now? God, it hadnt been that bad before. Maybe I could check WebMD when I got home. What Id find there would probably be worse than Deedee, though. I pulled up to the house and stared up at it before parking my bike. Being here felt like crash-landing on an alien planet. This house wasnt mine, and in the year since wed moved in, it still didnt feel like home. And this house wasnt Deidres or Arnass, either; it belonged to my grandmother, the one who had given us the stone menagerie. When my parents died, my aunt and uncle moved in with me in the house I grew up in -- a white little Wolseley two-storey, ivy growing up the front, greenhouse in the back -- to keep my life as uninterrupted as possible, tragedy notwithstanding. I spent a lot of time in that greenhouse after it all happened, trying to tend the plants that my father could will out of the dirt with a promise. They all died, of course. Neither Arnas nor Deidre had any interest or passion for plants. They turned the greenhouse into a shed, but it didnt stop me from going in there, digging my hands into the earth, and missing my mother. We stayed there up until last year, when the lawyers letter came. I hadnt seen or heard from my grandmother since we got the statues. After that, she seemed to just melt back into the absence I was accustomed to, travelling all over the world for "work," the nebulous excuse I was always fed when I asked about her. She was just as compact as my mother, except so unreachable as to exist in some other dimension. She would sometimes send me postcards with pictures of exotic places. She only sent them to me, and that made me feel like I was a part of her strange adventures. Thats what I told myself, anyway. Then the postcards stopped. And the lawyers letter came. I took my bike around the side of the enormous house and to the backyard, where I locked it to the black wrought-iron fence hemming in the property. On my way to the door, I pa Description for Sales People Second title in the Realms of Ancient trilogy. For fans of American Gods (Headline, 2001) and Princess Mononoke (Studio Ghibli, 1997). Key themes include death, non-traditional families, identity, environmental destruction, and indigenous issues. Author nominated for both a Manitoba Book Award and Aurora Award in 2014. Featuring a diverse cast of lesbian, multi-spirited and asexual characters. Details ISBN1770414320 Author S.M. Beiko Pages 520 Publisher ECW Press,Canada Series Realms of Ancient Year 2019 ISBN-10 1770414320 ISBN-13 9781770414327 Format Paperback Publication Date 2019-09-24 Imprint ECW Press,Canada Place of Publication Montreal Country of Publication Canada DEWEY FIC Subtitle The Realms of Ancient Book 2 Short Title Children of the Bloodlands Language English Series Number 2 Audience Age 13-17 UK Release Date 2019-09-24 Edition Description Reprint Audience Teenage / Young adult AU Release Date 2019-10-07 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:126126421;

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