Thursday, July 11, 2013

Arrow of the Mist - Review and Giveaway

Today Read it in Houston is participating in the blog tour of Arrow of the Mist by Christina Mercer, hosted by Xpresso Book Tours. We are excited to share our review, an excerpt from the book as well as a fantastic giveaway with you.

Title Arrow of the Mist
Author Christina Mercer
Genre YA Fantasy
Publishing Date March 21, 2013
How I Got This Book Xpresso Book Tours
Paperback 257
Stand-alone or Series Stand-alone
   My Average 18 pg/day
   Reading Difficulty 3
(on a scale of 1-5 5 = dictionary vernacular)

Riddled with Magical Moments

Terror strikes the Celtic inspired kingdom of Nemetona when barbed roots breach the veil of a forbidden land and poison woodsmen, including 15-year-old Lia’s beloved father. Lia and three others embark on a quest to the forbidden land of Brume to gather ingredients for the cure. But after her elder kinsman is attacked and poisoned, she and her cousin, Wynn, are forced to finish the quest on their own.

Lia relies on her powerful herbal wisdom and the memorized pages of her late grandmother’s Grimoire for guidance through a land of soul-hungry shades, trickster creatures, and uncovered truths about the origin of Brume and her family’s unexpected ties to it. The deeper they trek into the land, the stronger Lia’s untapped gift as a tree mage unfolds. When she discovers the enchanted root’s maker, it forces her to question everything about who she is and what is her destiny. Ultimately she must make a terrible choice: keep fighting to save her father and the people of the lands or join with the power behind the deadly roots to help nature start anew.

"Root of mandragora torn from the soil, after the scream and while the water boils."

So the tiny specks of romance that are in this novel are amazing! I wish Mercer had written more. Maybe the love interest followed Lia with her quest instead of her cousin... Then we could have really seen the love blossom.

The villain is strong and feels impossible to overcome. His wispy fingers entangled around something or someone Lia's heart beats for. Those are my favorite. The nail bitters. Will the MC find a way to defeat the creature, stay alive and save her family before its too late? YES!

I loved that this was a different type of magic novel. The MC has earthen magic, she can speak to the elements. That's pretty cool, and not something I've read before. Most of the magic novels I've read, the character is your average caldron stirring witch or she can make her sword glow with her magic blood. I wouldn't mind being able to speak to my trees... thought I know they would tell me "Tell your cat to STOP peeing on me. I am not a toilet!"

I really didn't pay attention too much to the riddles in this novel. There seems to be a riddle for everything, I think it might have been over-kill.

The time doesn't match. It feels like Lia only spends a few days in Brume, but at some time, she indicates it's been a week... I didn't see this when I was reading. There really isn't any sort of sense of time in this book except for when the characters stop to sleep for the night.


  Granda Luis halted and turned Dobbin to face his troop. The chilled air tugged at his cloak and swept through his winter white hair. His eyes shone from his face and the young trio drew their horses back a few steps.

“We’ve a straight and narrow trail ahead. We’ll go in single file—”

  “A narrow trail?” Lia cut in. “But, I thought it’d be some kind of, well, secret passage or something. How is it that only you and Grandma made it through the fog safely? Why didn’t others just follow behind, track your steps?”

  “There were many who tried.” His voice turned morose. “Even after all m’warnings. Men hovering in the wooded outskirts, creeping in the grasses, waiting till I was snug enough within the fog before charging in behind me, their lives over before I could utter a word. Because you see, as with most gates, there are guards.”

  Lia’s eyes widened. She cast a glance at Wynn, whose jaw hung, and at Kelven whose face was like stone.

  Granda Luis added, “But not to worry, our passage was assured long ago.”

  Lia opened her mouth, but held her tongue as Granda turned Dobbin around and headed him toward the perilous boundary. Guards? How is that possible? The notion of it chilled her like an icy deluge. Then the words from the Grimoire echoed inside her head:

  Fogged, bogged gates of Brume, barrier to my home; Timeless, faceless watchers loom, but I am allowed to roam.

  “Come on, Dobbin. ’Tis all right, boy, steady now,” Granda Luis cajoled. Dobbin snorted and flipped his head up and down. “I was afraid o’this. He’s strong as a bull, but nervous as a cat, nothing like his fearless sire who’d brazen out the fog without a wink. Come on, boy, walk!” He struggled to move Dobbin forward, but the animal reared and the other horses backed away.

  Kelven rode up and neared the anxious horse. “Luis, sir, I think I can help.” He dismounted Koby and commanded him with a mere nod, and his mount stood stock-still.

  Kelven approached Dobbin and whispered words that Lia couldn’t make out. He placed one hand on Dobbin’s muzzle and used his other to caress the sorrel-colored mane. Dobbin settled, finally stilled, and whinnied softly. Lia reveled in Kelven’s poise, her fears ebbing like a receding tide.

  Kelven reached into his leather jerkin and brought out a carrot, feeding it to the calmed animal while he stroked his coat. “If you’ll allow me to lead as we go through this fog, we could pull him through to the other side. He’d feel better, I think, following another horse in.”

  With his brow knitted, Granda Luis replied, “All right, but listen to me carefully; you must stay to the trail, keep your eyes to it at all times, as that’s the only way to ensure we don’t get lost in the mists. I’ll be stopping us mid-way to leave a few offerings.”

  Well, that might explain the separate pack of ale and bread, Lia surmised. Then she shuddered to think about what sort of creature could subsist in the fog.

  Ropes connected the small band, led by Kelven astride his horse Koby, with Wynn and his dapple-gray Nolan bringing up the rear. The procession eased into the mists, and the air turned frigid, like the breath of a cave.

  Merrie’s ears twitched and she snorted. Light dimmed to mere shadows and Lia barely made out Dobbin’s tail swishing in front of her. She pulled her cloak tighter, leaving only her face exposed to the chill. The wall of fog enveloped them, with only the horse’s rhythmic hoof beats to break its eerie silence.

  No turning back now, Lia thought.  


2 Winners!!!
One (1) eBook open internationally
One (1) bookmark US/Can only

Christina Mercer
Christina Mercer writes fiction in addition to mothering two young adults, a pack of large dogs, and about 100,000 honeybees. Her varied interests prompted her to study creative writing, earn her official degree in Accounting, become a CPA, acquire a certificate in Herbal Studies, and keep honeybees. She took Writer’s Best in Show at the 2012 SCBWI CA North/Central Regional Conference and was a semi-finalist in the 2010 Amazon Breakout Novel Award Contest. You can find her at or working as the Reviews Director at

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  1. Great review, Kelly! It sounds magical and romantic! :) Glad you enjoyed it!

  2. Sounds like a good book! I've entered the giveaway =)

  3. Book sounds great. An animal in a mist that needs ale and bread... maybe some type of werecat? Instead of milk it wants the ale for the human form and bread for the animal kitty form?
    And for your likes giveaway maybe Matched by Ally Condie or one from that series.

    Thanks for sharing your review and the giveaway opportunities. They are all enjoyable 8) Michelle Hofacker (