Tucker Littlefield is a self-assured con man, liar, and thief. Traveling with a sword on his shoulder, Enon Tutelo by his side, and Noget, Enon’s dog, he is ready for adventure.
The story opens in a tavern filled with people from near and far to hear Tucker Littlefield speak. This time, he talks how he met Enon Tutelo. And he recounts the adventure they experienced.
While at a very special birthday party, he is sucked into a mission in which he needs to save Elizabeth, the king’s niece. If he brings Elizabeth home, he will never need to work another day in his life. He must go to the Kingdom of Irkland, a place filled with strange people and creatures beyond your wildest imagination. No, you’re not going to meet any dwarves, elves, or wizards.
This author has a talent for creating unique creatures and worlds. Prepare to meet the Norha and the Jonda. The Norha, a vicious and greatly feared tribe, live underneath a volcano and eat those whom they defeat in battle. The Jonda, on the other hand, are a brave and wonderful race of people.
On this journey fraught with danger, a romance springs up between Eloise, the governess, and Tucker Littlefield. They fight and they insult one another, but love is in the air.
On this journey, they also uncover a much more sinister plot, one to take the king’s throne. Will they be able to stop the one who seeks to dethrone their ruler?
I was sent a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. If you would like to purchase your own copy, I have provided an Amazon link below.
Amazon Link: The Gift: the Chronicles of Tucker Littlefield
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The light swirled in my head, changing solid objects to fluid blobs that oozed before us and then melted away.
This grotesque dance spun and swirled in widening circles, diving to the ground and streaming to the sky.
The Dark Lord himself would have run off into the wilderness to avoid her glare.
The bread was so hard that stale would have been an improvement.
New Word Learned:
basilica – a large oblong building used as a hall of justice and public meeting place
About the Author, Tegon Maus:
I was raised pretty much the same as everyone else… devoted mother, strict father, and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn’t friendly, I just wasn’t “people oriented.” Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.
The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me, I can’t remember what it was about… something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after following a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.
It wasn’t a deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group, and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. “Be as detailed as you can,” we were told.
I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy, it’s making people believe me, and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggerations or outright lies, mind you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you can’t be sure if it’s true or not. If I can make people think “it could happen,” even for a moment then I have them, and nothing makes me happier. When I write, I always write with the effort of “it could happen” very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing makes me happier.