Welcome to my book review of Speechless in Achten Tan. Read on for the juicy details!
When R&R Book Tours first announced book tour openings for this one, I was entranced by the cover right away. I knew I had to sign up and share my thoughts with everyone. Let's just say I was not disappointed with how this one turned out!
Speechless in Achten Tan by Debbie Iancu-Haddad
Speechless in Achten Tan (The Sands of Achten Tan #1)
Publication Date: February 22, 2022 (Skullgate Media)
Genre: YA Fantasy
Synopsis:
Sometimes Magic leaves you…Speechless!
Eighteen-year-old Mila hasn’t spoken in the five years since she became an Onra, a first-level Everfall witch. After failing the test to reclaim her voice and control her magic, her mentor sends Mila to Achten Tan – City of Dust – a dangerous desert town, built in the massive ribcage of an extinct leviathan.
To reclaim her power, Mila must steal a magical staff capable of releasing it, from the sky-high lair of the Bone Master, Chief Opu Haku.
Her only resources are the magical luminous elixirs of the cursed caverns where she grew up, and a band of unlikely allies; a quirky inventor, a giant-ant rider, a healer, a librarian’s assistant, a Tar-tule rider, and the chief’s playboy son.
But in the City of Bones, enemies & friends are not who they seem, and trusting the wrong person can be deadly.
If Mila fails she will never speak again and her bones may be added to the wasteland.
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My Thoughts:
What an amazing adventure this was! Mila is an amazing character with magic and a courageous personality. The story of how she reclaims her voice will leave you in awe of her character. A group of unlikely allies will be her greatest strength or her undoing...
My favorite part of this novel was the adventure and magic that comes to life and jumps right off the pages as you read. It is so nice to see new authors tell stories that come from their imagination.
Debbie is an amazing new author who deserves to have their book read. Go give this one a read.
4/5 stars.
Here's an excerpt to convince you!
This time, I have to succeed.
A glimmer of light parts the mist rising from the Everfall, the massive waterfall tumbling from the plateau above Achten Tan into the underground caverns where we live. The waterfall is steeped in magic. To pass my test, I must harness its power, and pause the mighty flow for one brief moment.
The cool spray wicks my skin with moisture as the sun's first rays creep across the falls. I raise my hands to focus my magic and breathe deep, concentrating on a stripe of rainbow-colored sunlight refracting through the vapor. The water on my skin evaporates as it warms, humming with power.
I gather the threads of ether to me, weaving them one by one into a spell. I cannot speak it out loud. Since the magic took my voice five years ago, it has reduced me to hand signals, gestures, and the words tattooed on my skin. But if the magic obeys me today, I will ascend to the next level, and be able to speak once more.
STOP. I command the water. The water swirls and writhes like a hissing serpent, escaping my hold. The mighty flow crests momentarily, building into a wave, shooting up above the falls when it should fall downward. Joy and hope flood my chest.
The gathered spectators gasp.
Even at this early hour, I have an audience: other hopefuls, their families, and friends. The other girls are taking their test for the first, or second, or at worst, the third time. This is my fourth try. A fourth failure might drive me to throw myself off the Everfall.
It's a truly spectacular way to die.
I should know, it’s how my brother died.
But I don't want to die. And if I had a choice, I definitely wouldn't jump. As it is, being this close to the edge of the falls makes my knees tremble. I just want to pass my trial and ascend from Onra, first-level cavern witch, to Misra, the second level, trusted to use her voice and powers.
Distracted by the crowd—or the wind, or my frail ability—the water breaks from my grasp, collapsing over the falls with a mighty slap, blowing wind and water back into my face like the insult it is.
I raise my dripping face to view the people gathered beyond the falls. I spot my parents' disappointed faces, my father clutching my mother's shoulder in support. My Nora's weathered visage rarely shows emotion, but I can tell her discontent by the tightening of her jaw, the whitening of her knuckles on her staff. And behind them, sweet Geb, standing a head taller than the rest. He wanted me to succeed so badly. His golden eyes find mine, holding nothing but sympathy. Still, looking at them all, I truly contemplate throwing myself over the edge, rather than having to face them as a failure once more.
I shake my head to dislodge such thoughts. I can't put them through that again.
Instead, I swallow my shame, hold back my tears, and flee.