Hello dear friends! It’s good to be back!
Yesterday was the official cover reveal day for this book, but thankfully, Jaye said it would be okay to reveal it today. Thank you, Jaye, for inviting me to this party! And to the other bloggers, it’s fun to do this with you!
I, personally, have been waiting for this book and I can’t wait to read it as book #1 was truly amazing. This is one series with much to offer and will take any fantasy reader to a delightful place. If you haven’t read book #1, Resistance, then you should do so. You won’t regret it. Read my review of Resistance here.
And to present the cover …
So, the cover has an old-torn-paper-like top that clearly is the signature header for the Ilyon series books, which I think is unique and cute. There’s black over the upper half of the cover (will share my thoughts on that in a minute), and there’s old, beautiful wood, giving the sense of something that is—yeah—old and pleasantly familiar, both to the reader who’s read Resistance and is following the story in book #2, and to the characters in the story, which given their present circumstances, may appreciate some sweet familiarity from their old life as they reunite, especially in light of the sad events that changed everything. There’s also a faint, golden frame within the borders of the cover that’s symbol-like in appearance, as though it contains hidden messages to unlock hidden truths (perhaps there’s something like this in the story? Will the characters discover things along the edgy and difficult parts of their lives that will help make their journey more interesting and meaningful throughout the course of the story?). Also, there’s a star right in the middle of the ‘O’ of the word “scroll”—and, yes, like the blurb implies, the scroll has Elôm’s words in it. So, yeah, the truth that the scroll carries is the center, life, and light of all that is good, just like the star that is tactically situated in the center of the word, and the ‘O’.
Now, about that black on the upper half …
I find it most interesting. I think it’s a foreboding sign of the darkness to come in some part of the story. This black—darkness—is over the beautiful wood—the good, sweet familiar—like it wants to overshadow it. But no. Somewhere down the lower half, the light shines again! Perhaps it’s because of Elôm’s scroll—the Word of God? How true that is in our world today!
Finally, I think the ink pot, quill pen, and empty scroll present the real mystery, both on the cover and in the story. And this, my friends, is what the story centers on—the scroll, that is; hence the title of the book. Like I said, I’m looking forward to reading it. The excerpt already has me hooked. Of course I am! It mentioned my three favorite characters: Jace, Kyrin, and Kaden—and cretes with unique tattoos and a dragon!
So, those are my thousand words for this picture.
Interested yet? Hope so!
About the Book
“Go ahead,” the crete said suddenly. “You can touch her. She loves attention, and she’ll only attack if I tell her to.” A sly glint sparkled in his spring-green eyes.
Besides Jace, Kyrin had never seen anyone with such bright and colorful eyes as these cretes.
Kaden looked at him, his brows rising. “You can do that?”
The crete nodded. “Dragons are highly intelligent. You can teach them almost any command. Storm here is young, but she learns fast.”
Kyrin smiled at the delight in her brother’s eyes as he stepped closer to the dragon and ran his hand over her bluish-gray neck scales. A grin split his face.
“She’s so smooth. Kyrin, come and feel it.”
Kyrin stepped to his side and laid her hand on the dragon. The scales were indeed very smooth, reminding her of the polished marble stair-railings in Auréa Palace, but they weren’t cold. Warmth radiated through them. The dragon, still watching them, let out a little rumble, almost like a giant cat’s purr.
“I told you she liked attention,” the crete said, grinning.
Kyrin chuckled and glanced at Jace to see if he wanted to touch the dragon, but he made no move to come closer. This certainly had more to do with the crete than the dragon. He was very fond of any type of animal. She faced the crete again.
“So they can breathe fire?”
“For short bursts, but that’s usually all it takes to deter any threat.”
“That’s incredible,” Kaden breathed.
While he continued admiring Storm, Kyrin observed the dragon’s rider. He appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties—about ten years younger than Captain Darq—though his exact age was impossible to guess. Cretes were said to mature faster than humans, so he could be anywhere from seventeen to twenty-five. He too wore a sleeveless jerkin. Brown tattoos, a little darker than his skin, marked both shoulders. Darq and the other cretes had them as well, but Kyrin hadn’t taken a good look at them until now. This man’s were a complicated pattern of spirals and dots, but the shape of a fox stood out in the center of his right shoulder.
Though she tried to be discreet, he must have caught her studying him and suddenly extended his hand to her. “I’m Talas, by the way. Talas Folkan of the Fox Clan.”
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About the Author
Jaye L. Knight is a homeschool graduated indie author with a passion for writing Christian fantasy and clean new adult fiction. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God’s love shines as a light to offer hope. She has been penning stories since the age of eight and resides in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.