MELTING STONES Cover Art MELTING STONES
by Tamora Pierce
Reviewed by Joy Held
Hardcover
Scholastic Press
ISBN: 9780545052641
320 pages

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-- ABOUT THE BOOK --


This new novel from New York Times bestselling author Tamora Pierce returns to the world of The Circle Opens quartet. This time, Evvy, a street urchin turned stone mage, must save an island nation. Join Evvy, her mentor, Rosethorn, and the powerful Luvo, as she is challenged to solve the mysterious withering of an island whose plants and waters are dying.

-- AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY --

Tamora Pierce is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous fantasy novels for young people, including THE WILL OF THE EMPRESS and the acclaimed Circle of Magic and The Circle Opens quartets.



-- REVIEW --

Author Tamora Pierce is notable for stretching the possibility of just about everything while serving up a great adventure at the same time. She does not disappoint with her new title, MELTING STONES, where the experiences of 14-year-old Evvy, stone-mage-in-training, attempt to teach her to trust people --- not all people, but some. Her hectic life as a young slave sold by her mother in the land of Yanjing and then as an orphan surviving on her own have made Evvy somewhat crispy around the edges. Her friends of intentional choice are cats and, of course, stones and rocks of all shapes, sizes and kinds.

Evvy’s life of beatings, deprivation and war has given her a temper along with her distrust of people. Her inability to rein in her desire to pummel anybody who challenges her continually causes trouble. Beating a group of other trainee mages at Winding Circle Temple has placed her in the position of either sailing across the sea (which she hates) to a distressed island or being punished at Winding Circle. Her guardian Rosethorn thinks Evvy might come in handy, so she is a passenger on the ship before she knows it.

As a stone mage, Evvy has the power to communicate, understand, and use rocks for purposes such as stopping a giant boulder in mid-air before it smashes her and her companions. Her talents reach beyond the fanciful as she is also empowered with a special trance ability, which allows her to send her spirit deep into the levels of the earth accessible only to stone mages. Evvy uses this soul-draining talent to help those in need when she accompanies Dedicate Rosethorn and Dedicate Myrrhtide (whom Evvy has nicknamed “Dedicate Fusspot” because his nitpicking annoys her) on a mission to rescue the dying plants and waters on the island of Starns.

Evvy isn’t aware that she will be the one mage to whom island residents turn for help. Her problem with being a stone mage is that she doesn’t appreciate people enough to save them from anything. For all she cares, a few less meeting-holding, talk-too-much “meat creatures” disguised as humans would suit her just fine. As long as she has rocks to collect and draw strength, power and knowledge from, she doesn’t need people.

Pierce’s choice to write Evvy’s story in first person may disconcert the traditional reader who thinks fiction should be an omniscient, vicarious experience. But in the compulsive turn of a few pages, anyone will be captivated by the mystery and the cheeky young mage. Sharp-tongued and endowed with a dry wit, she is accompanied by a great friend and teacher, who is also another stretch of the imagination. Luvo, the “heart of a mountain,” is a wisdom-spouting guru sort of character carried around in a cloth sling. He can walk, but his legs are too stumpy to get anywhere quickly, so Evvy carries him over her shoulder. Luvo is the talking rock equivalent of Jedi Master Yoda as he tempers Evvy’s wildness with stories, guidance and challenges designed to help her grow.

When Evvy uncovers what is threatening the island’s survival, even Luvo bows to her powers and intuition as she carries out a plan to help the people avoid sure devastation. Of course, there are islanders who don’t believe a smirky 14-year-old knows what she’s doing, and Evvy doesn’t care if the earth’s destructive powers eat them whole. Along the way, however, she has come to care about what happens to the orphaned and foster children of Starns Island. That is who Evvy tests her strength for and that is who she saves.

For readers willing to suspend reality and take a chance on believing that rocks, trees, animals and water have spirits worth respecting, MELTING STONES is an enjoyable venture into the realization that we must work with nature in order to enjoy living with it.

    --- Reviewed by Joy Held



-- EXCERPT --

Hey, kid-stop hanging off that rail!" A sailor, one of the women, was yelling at me. "We've only told you a dozen times! If you fall overboard, we'll not turn back!"

"Can ya swim all the way to the Battle Islands?" another sailor called. "If ya can't, ya'd best keep alla yerself on th' ship!"

"If I fall in, will I sink all the way to the bottom?" I yelled back. I didn't pull myself up off the rail. If I sank, I would be lying among stones again. I would be among my own kind, with no fathoms of nasty water between me and solid earth.

The sailors laughed.

"The salt water holds ya up, wench! You'll float whilst the fishies pick at ya!"

"But my bones will sink. That's what matters," I replied. And I muttered, so I wouldn't be scolded for rudeness, "I can take care of myself."

I dropped until I hung from my knees, my back against the ship's hull. Then I stretched out my hands. The choppy water was still dozens of feet beyond my reach. I let my magic stream through my fingers into the sea. It plunged through water and salt. I strained and strained, but the sea has its own magic, a power that hates mine.  I couldn't feel the earth anywhere below me.

I hate traveling by ship. Hate it. As soon as I can't feel the stone of the ocean floor with my power, I'm lost. It's like the day my mother sold me. She left me with no family and no way even to speak to my new, foreign owner. Aboard a ship, when I wasn't trying to feel the approach of land, I huddled in a corner. There I placed my own stones around me and held my friend Luvo in my lap.

Luvo helps me some. He's about eighteen inches tall. He has the shape of a bear made of clear, deep green, and purple crystal that's been rounded and smoothed by water. His face is a gentle point, not a muzzle. He's not truly a rock, though he has the magic of a thousand stones. He is the heart of a mountain, a living creature with power for blood. So even though Luvo is a good friend, and company as I travel, he can't make up for the feel of rock under me.

I shouldn't have been on that ship. Dedicate Rosethorn-my guardian-was the one who had been called to Starns, one of the Battle Islands. They needed her to see why their trees were dying. She was packing to go when I had a problem with some rich boys who were students at Winding Circle temple. They were bothering some of my friends. I said I would hit them with my staff if they didn't stop, and they drew swords, and daggers on me. It wasn't as if I actually broke any of their bones. They were disobeying temple rules. Rosethorn told the temple council that the boys got what they deserved, and their parents could put their complaints someplace tender But I also heard her tell Dedicate Lark, my other guardian, that she would take me to Starns, so the wealthy parents would have time to calm down.

"I won't have anything to do!"  I cried, when Lark and Rosethorn gave me the news officially. "These island people want Rosethorn because their plants are dying. That's no bread and salt of mine. And I hate ship travel."

"Then you may partake of confinement to Discipline cottage," Rosethorn told me. "That's the punishment the council wants for you, since you pounded those boys after you disarmed them. Travel to Starns and help me find what is killing their trees, or stay inside this lovely, tiny home of ours. Your choice."

So now I hung from the rail, stretching my magic as far as it would go and feeling lost.

"Do you know, Evumeimei, that ocean rocks do not swim to the surface?"

Luvo always said that when he found me hunting for the sea's floor. The hearts of mountains apparently never get tired of telling the same jokes.

They also never get tired of hearing the same answers, so I told him what I often did, "There's always a first time."

I think the reason Luvo came out of his mountain to meet me, and the reason he's stayed with me ever since, is because I make him laugh. Though I don't actually hear him laugh, I know he does.

"The sailors have told Dedicate Rosethorn that we should see the island of dying trees tomorrow, if not today," Luvo said. "You will be able to sense the ocean floor soon, I promise you."

"I know," I replied. "You never lost touch with it. I'm sorry I'm not centuries and centuries old. I'm sorry I'm not even a great mage. I bet you Rosethorn knows each and every plant below us, however many fathoms deep they are right now. But I've only been at this mage business four years. I have some catching up to do-"

Excerpted from MELTING STONES © Copyright 2008 by Tamora Pierce. Reprinted with permission by Scholastic Press, an imprint of Scholastic, Inc. All rights reserved.


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