PRAISE FOR THE CRESCENT STONE
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Matt Mikalatos has built a compelling fantasy world with humor and heart.
GENE LUEN YANG, creator of American Born Chinese and Boxers & Saints
Matt Mikalatos has penned a tale straight out of today’s headlines that will tug at your heartstrings. The Crescent Stone is a compelling story that will get under your skin and worm its way into your heart.
TOSCA LEE, New York Times bestselling author of Iscariot and The Legend of Sheba
The Crescent Stone hooked me from the first page! With the rich characterization of John Green and the magical escapism of Narnia, this book is a must read for all fantasy fans!
LORIE LANGDON, author of Olivia Twist and the Doon series
This is what sets Mikalatos’s epic world apart from so many other fantasy realms: the characters feel real, their lives are genuine and complicated, and their choices are far from binary. Mikalatos’s creativity and originality are on full display in this epic tale for adults and young readers alike.
SHAWN SMUCKER, author of The Day the Angels Fell
The Crescent Stone blends . . . glitter unicorns, powerful healing tattoos, and an engaging cast of characters into a funny and thoughtful story that examines the true costs of magic and privilege.
TINA CONNOLLY, author of Seriously Wicked
The twists keep coming in The Crescent Stone, a fabulous young adult fantasy with a great cast of characters. I particularly loved Jason, whose humor, logic, and honesty will make readers eager to follow him into a sequel. I found the Sunlit Lands a fantastically engaging place to visit and grew ever more delighted as I discovered more about each culture, their knotted histories, and how the magic worked. Fantasy fans will devour it and ask for seconds.
JILL WILLIAMSON, Christy Award–winning author of By Darkness Hid and Captives
From C. S. Lewis to J. K. Rowling, the secret magical place that lives alongside our own mundane world has a rich history in fantasy literature, and The Crescent Stone is a delightful tale that is a more-than-worthy continuation of that tradition. Matt Mikalatos weaves a rich tapestry that is equal parts wonder, thoughtfulness, and excitement, while being that most wonderful of things—a joyful and fun story. From the first page, you can’t help but root for Madeline as she stumbles about trying to navigate a future that is uncertain and fraught with pain. The beauty of Madeline as a character is that her journey is both all too familiar and yet entirely contemporary—the magical land that is her salvation is so much more. I don’t know where this series will go. All I know is that I don’t ever want it to end.
JAKE KERR, author of the Tommy Black series and a nominee for the Nebula Award, the Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award, and the storySouth Million Writers Award
The Crescent Stone inspires thought on matters of compassion and privilege in a breathtaking and fun fantasy setting. This is a book that will leave readers empowered—not by magic, but by the potential within their own hearts.
BETH CATO, author of The Clockwork Dagger
PRAISE FROM READERS
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Jason’s personality throughout the whole book brought a smile to my face the entire time.
[The book is about] injustice. The rich taking advantage of the poor. The powerful taking advantage of the weak. How desperate people will do desperate things for their loved ones. That all of our actions affect others around us. Change starts within.
I thought the story itself was very compelling and left me with the excitement of wanting to get to and through the next chapter so I could see what would happen next. . . . I thoroughly enjoyed reading the story and the cultural commentary that was throughout the book.
I love the parallel world aspect of this book. It was unexpected and kept the discussion of privilege and race a fresh perspective.
Overall, I loved the book. I thought the characters and the alternate universe were interesting. I loved the struggles of each character and the surprises within the Sunlit Lands.
Lewis wrote Narnia as a fun story that provided thinly veiled allegory and life lessons. Mikalatos does the same thing here for today’s generation. Tackling issues that divide the most rational of adults, Mikalatos shows all these issues with honesty, a story that keeps you engaged, and characters that keep you smiling.
The Crescent Stone is a rare book that shows incredible depth that is matched only by its fun and whimsy.
One of the most engaging stories I have ever read. Nonstop fun meets a conversation-starting masterpiece.
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The Crescent Stone
Copyright © 2018 by Matt Mikalatos. All rights reserved.
Cover illustration and interior map copyright © Matt Griffin. All rights reserved.
Designed by Dean H. Renninger
Edited by Sarah Rubio
The author is represented by Ambassador Literary Agency, Nashville, TN.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Mikalatos, Matt, author.
Title: The Crescent Stone / Matt Mikalatos.
Description: Carol Stream, Illinois : Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., [2018] | Series: The sunlit lands ; book 1 | Summary: When Madeline, a teen with terminal lung disease, accepts healing in exchange for a year of service in the Sunlit Lands, she and her friend Jason enjoy being privileged members of Elenil society, until they learn that magic carries a high price.
Identifiers: LCCN 2018007553 | ISBN 9781496431707 (hc) | ISBN 9781496431714 (sc)
Subjects: | CYAC: Fantasy. | Sick—Fiction. | Friendship—Fiction. | Magic—Fiction.
Classification: LCC PZ7.1.M5535 Cre 2018 | DDC [Fic]—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018007553
ISBN 978-1-4964-3173-8 (ePub); ISBN 978-1-4964-3172-1 (Kindle); ISBN 978-1-4964-3174-5 (Apple)
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Contents
Cover
Half Title Page
Title Page
Endorsements
Copyright
Dedication
Cast of Characters
Part 1 Chapter 1: The Garden Lady
Chapter 2: Darius
Chapter 3: Partners
Chapter 4: The Stranger
Chapter 5: Hamburger
Chapter 6: To the Ends of the Earth
Chapter 7: Underground
Chapter 8: Roommates
Chapter 9: Break Bones
Chapter 10: The Stone Flower
Chapter 11: Lessons
Chapter 12: The Storyteller
Chapter 13: War Party
Chapter 14: Night’s Breath
Part 2 Chapter 15: Scars
Chapter 16: The Bidding
Chapter 17: The Magistrates
Chapter 18: Westwind
Chapter 19: Mud
Chapter 20: Preparations
Chapter 21: The Palace of a Thousand Years
Chapter 22: The Knight’s Solar
Chapter 23: The Knight’s Secr
et
Chapter 24: The Festival of the Turning
Chapter 25: A Flight through Darkness
Chapter 26: Battle at Westwind
Chapter 27: Partings
Chapter 28: The Fall
Chapter 29: Captured
Chapter 30: The Storm
Chapter 31: The Wasted Lands
Chapter 32: The Meeting of the Spheres
Chapter 33: The Elenil at War
Chapter 34: An End to Hope
Chapter 35: The Choice
Chapter 36: A New Journey
Epilogue
Appendix
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Preview of The Heartwood Crown
CAST OF CHARACTERS
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ARCHON THENODY—the chief magistrate; supreme ruler of the Elenil
BAILEYA—Kakri warrior who has come to Far Seeing to make her fortune; daughter of Willow, granddaughter of Abronia
BASILEUS PRINEL—one of the Elenil magistrates; in charge of celebrations, rituals, and communal events
BLACK SKULLS—elite fighting force of the Scim; there are three known members
BREAK BONES—a Scim warrior imprisoned by the Elenil
BRIGHT PRISM—a “civilized” Scim man who works in the archon’s palace
CROOKED BACK—spokesperson of the Scim army
DARIUS WALKER—American human; Madeline’s ex-boyfriend
DAVID GLENN—American human in service to the Elenil
DAY SONG—a “civilized” Scim man who serves Gilenyia
DELIGHTFUL GLITTER LADY (DEE, DGL)—a unicorn
DIEGO FERNÁNDEZ—Colombian human in service to the Elenil; has the power of flight
EVERNU—gallant white stag who works alongside Rondelo
FERA—Scim woman; wife of Inrif and mother of Yenil
FERNANDA ISABELA FLORES DE CASTILLA—Lady of Westwind; human woman; older than most humans in the Sunlit Lands
GARDEN LADY—mysterious old woman who has taken an interest in Madeline
GILENYIA—an influential Elenil lady; Hanali’s cousin; has the power of healing
HANALI—Elenil recruiter who invites Madeline to the Sunlit Lands
INRIF—Scim man; husband of Fera and father of Yenil
JASON WU (WU SONG)—American human who follows Madeline into the Sunlit Lands
JASPER—American human in the service of the Elenil; in charge of the armory
JENNY WU—Jason’s sister
KEKOA KAHANANUI—American human in service to the Elenil
KNIGHT OF THE MIRROR—human in his mid-forties; fights the Scim without magic
MADELINE OLIVER—American human in the service of the Elenil
MAGISTRATES—the rulers of the Elenil. There are nine of them, including the archon.
MAJESTIC ONE—the Elenil name for the magician who founded the Sunlit Lands
MALGWIN—half fish, half woman; harbinger of chaos and suffering; lives in the dark waterways surrounding the Sunlit Lands
MALIK—Darius’s cousin
MOTHER CROW—a Kakri matriarch
MR. GARCÍA—the gardener at Madeline’s home on Earth
MRS. RAYMOND—English human woman who runs the Transition House for humans in the Sunlit Lands; fifty years old
MUD—Scim child who lives on the streets of the Court of Far Seeing
NEW DAWN—a “civilized” Scim woman who works for Gilenyia
NIGHT’S BREATH—a Scim warrior
POLEMARCH TIRIUS—one of the Elenil magistrates; the commander of the Elenil army
PEASANT KING—the figure from Scim legend who founded the Sunlit Lands
RAYO—the Knight of the Mirror’s silver stallion
RESCA—Hanali’s mother
RICARDO SÁNCHEZ—American human in service to the Elenil; healed by Gilenyia
RONDELO—Elenil “captain of the guard” in the Court of Far Seeing
RUTH MBEWE—Zambian eight-year-old who lives in the Knight of the Mirror’s household
SHULA BISHARA—Syrian human in the service of the Elenil; has the power to burst into flame
SOCHAR—a member of the city guard; Elenil
SOFÍA—the housekeeper in Madeline’s home on Earth
SUN’S DANCE—a “civilized” Scim man; advisor to the Elenil magistrates
THUY NGUYEN—Vietnamese human guard in Westwind
VIVI—father of Hanali, son of Gelintel
YENIL—a young Scim girl; daughter of Inrif and Fera
1
THE GARDEN LADY
The king’s gardener spoke the secret language of all growing things. She knew the songs of the morning flowers and spoke the poems of the weeds. She spent long afternoons in conversation with the trees.
FROM “THE TRIUMPH OF THE PEASANT KING,” A SCIM LEGEND
The bench stood twenty feet away. Such a short distance. Such an impossible one. Madeline clung to the trellis of ivy that bordered her mother’s garden path as she tried to force air into her ruined lungs. Every gasp felt like pushing sludge through broken glass.
It was late morning on a Sunday, and she’d taken her inhaler an hour before—a quick, sharp breath of cold that disappeared much too quickly. She should have been in bed, flat on her back—not sitting, not standing, much less walking. But if the doctors were to be believed, it was one of the last spring Sundays she would ever see. Her chest and back hurt from the coughing.
The sunlight caressed her face. She couldn’t stand at the trellis forever, and the return path to the house was longer. A few steps set off the coughing again. She pushed her fist hard into her ribs. She had dislocated them coughing three days ago, and they still didn’t feel right. Three steps brought her to the maple tree which crowded the path. Her vision dimmed, and her knees softened. She slid down the trunk, and when the coughing fit passed she dropped her head against the rough bark.
A hummingbird spun into the air beside her, its shining green body hanging to the right of her face. It chirped three times, then zipped to her left, its small, dark eyes studying her before disappearing toward the pineapple sage. The citrusy fragrance of the roses hung heavy across this part of the path. She took little half breaths, and it felt close to natural. The bees hummed as they visited the flowers. A squirrel hung off a sunflower by its hind legs, plucking seeds out of the wide circle of the flower’s face with its forepaws. This garden never quite seemed to follow the seasons . . . sunflowers blooming in spring instead of summer, roses year-round, frogs singing in the evenings no matter the weather. It was an oasis of near-magic in their suburban lot. Madeline used to build fairy houses along the “shore” of the fountain when she was a kid, using bark, leaves, and flowers to make tiny homes for make-believe friends.
Her mother had never cared for those little homes. She had planned the garden, a full acre of wandering paths, stone bridges, and small fountains. It was eclectic and a bit overgrown in places. Mr. García had done the planting and did the upkeep, too. Mom liked it a bit unkempt, and he worked to give it the impression of slight wildness. It didn’t look manicured, but there weren’t weeds, either. The fairy houses, Mom had said, looked like someone had forgotten to clean up after doing yard work.
Everything in its place, Mom always said.
Then again, Mom also wanted her house to “look lived in.” That meant strange habits like telling their housekeeper, Sofía, that she couldn’t immediately put an abandoned glass in the dishwasher. Once Madeline had come home and smelled fresh cookies, only to discover it was an air freshener her mother had bought from a Realtor. “To make it smell like home,” Mom had said, seemingly oblivious to the reality that she was, indeed, home, and that actually baking cookies would have been simpler.
A few more steps, Madeline decided, but halfway to the bench a racking army of coughs marched across her chest. She touched her lips, then wiped the blood in the grass. With her eyes closed and the little half breaths coming again, she counted to twelve. When the ja
gged feeling in her chest passed, she lay flat and watched the clouds drifting in some high, distant wind. Air moved so easily for everyone but her.
It may have been a mistake, sneaking into the garden without telling anyone, with no way to call for help. She had chosen the perfect moment. Mom and Sofía had gone upstairs, something about washing the curtains. Dad was at the golf course, or work, or both. Her phone sat inside, turned off. The constant texts from Darius were making her feel guilty, but she had made a decision, and it was final. He couldn’t waste his life waiting for her. There wasn’t a cure. He needed to live his life. She needed to live what remained of hers.
Birds chirped in the maple. The warmer air made it easier to breathe. Going outside in the winter had been nearly impossible. And the sun felt nice. She closed her eyes. The tree shaded her face, but her hands and feet baked in the sunshine. Last week the doctor had said, “If there are things you want to do, you should do them.” He was trying to be encouraging, she knew that, but it sounded too much like “enjoy your last spring.” Her mom didn’t think she should sit out in the backyard because “she might catch cold,” as if that would change anything now.
And here Madeline was on her back, stranded and straining to breathe. So much for doing whatever she wanted.
The hummingbird wheeled overhead. It zipped back and forth over her, then shot off again, chirping incessantly.
“I see her, I see her.”
Madeline struggled to prop herself onto her elbow, looking for the source of the unfamiliar voice. It sounded like the voice of an old woman, but there was no wavering in it, no sense of weakness. It sounded, in fact, almost musical . . . as if the woman had been a professional singer once upon a time and the music had never left her. Still, she was trespassing in their backyard. A small thrill of adrenaline coursed through Madeline.
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