The Monster In The Hollows

Saturday, August 25, 2012
Oskar shook his head and stared at the floor. Kalmar was free, but at the cost of Nia’s own life, should his recklessness or foolishness or even some deeper, uncontrollable impulse get him into trouble. And trouble, Janner thought with a feeling of dread, was something Kalmar never managed to avoid. Besides all that, Uncle Artham, their fiercest protector, was gone.

Genre: Fantasy
Target Audience: Boys and Girls 12+
Subjects: Forgiveness, Love, Judgement, Fear
Summary: His brother looks like a fang, the other children of Green Hollow are out to get them, the people fear his brother so much his mother had to swear to take full responsibility – as in forfeit her very life – for anything Tink does wrong. Janner knows trouble is coming. It’s just a matter of when and how. Besides, it’s not like their enemies across the sea will stay away for long. They want the Jewels of Anniera – the Wingfeather children. Being a Throne Warden is not easy work with a mischievous king to protect and enemies that want you dead.
Notes: This is the 3rd book in the Wingfeather Saga, a highly imaginative, almost playful fantasy story about three children who are heirs to a throne of a country that’s been destroyed by an enemy that even now is after them, wanting them dead. There is surprisingly not a lot of spiritual emphasis in this story considering that the author is almost a song writer who very much focuses his music on spiritual elements. There are references to an Ultimate Being and ultimate standards to live by, but it’s not an active, ever present help. The children have to rely on themselves and others around them to help with problems. They have to find something within themselves to resist evil, not find help from an ultimate being.
Spiritual Content Recommendation Scale: 2/5
Entertainment Content Recommendation Scale: 5/5
Reviewer: J:-)mi

Psalm 133:1-3 –How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity!  It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron’s beard, down upon the collar of his robes. It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore.


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