Friday, September 6, 2013

Blog Tour ~ "The Wysard" by Deborah J. Lightfoot

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Thy Wysard by Deborah J. Lightfoot
Rating: 4 of 5 stars
Genre: YA Fantasy
Source: Received to Review

Book Description:  After blundering into the last stronghold of magic, Carin discovers that she is right to fear the wizard Verek. He is using her to seal the ruptures in the void, and she may be nothing more to him than an expendable weapon. What will he do with her—or to her—when his world is again secure? Or has he erred in believing that the last bridge has been broken? The quest may not, in fact, be over … and Lord Verek may find himself not quite as willing to dispose of his fiery water-sylph, Carin, as he once believed himself to be.

My thoughts:  "The Wysard" picks up where Waterspell left off.  Carin is still being held in the home of the wizard Verek.  He is still a strange character.  The way he thinks and acts make the book a little more interesting.  Carin's goal is to figure him out and find out why he behaves the way he does.

It has been over a year since I read the first book, "The Warlock".  I had forgotten many of the details when I started the book and it took me a  little to get into the story and remember characters and plot points.  I would strongly suggest that the first book be read before this one. :)

Deborah J. Lightfoot does a wonderful job at creating a story.  She has created an environment that is easy to understand yet complex enough to keep the reader thinking through her story.  Her writing style is engaging and she has great pacing.

Once again, I look forward to reading the next book!

Read an Excerpt:

WATERSPELL Book 2: The Wysard
The Path Between
            The heartbeat couldn’t be hers. She was dead.
            Maddeningly, however, the sound persisted—a strong, steady whumpwhump in Carin’s left ear.
            Through the blackness within her mind, half-formed impressions drifted like moonmist. They teased her with sensations to which she struggled to attach meaning. Her body lay sprawled across a surface that was hard enough to bruise her corpse. But her head and one shoulder rested on matter more yielding. Had her drowned remains come to rest on a rocky ledge in a supernatural ocean? Was this a pillow of seaweed cushioning her skull?
            No, a thought whispered from a corner of her torpid brain. Seaweed and rock have no heart beating in them.
            The rhythmic pounding in Carin’s ear hammered at her until a crack opened to admit a sliver of comprehension:
            She lived.
            If the heart-sounds were hers, then she wasn’t dead. If the heart beat in another’s chest and she heard it, then she was not only alive, but also pressing very near some other undead being.
            Her eyes jerked open. They beheld what might have been a rumpled snowdrift bathed in the light of a blood-red sunset.
            She stared.
            Whumpwhump in her ear deepened the crack, penetrated to the core of her cold-shocked mind—
            Lucidity flashed through the breach, and abruptly Carin knew: the rumpled whiteness that pressed against her face was Lord Verek’s linen shirt. The reddish tinge on it was no natural light from a setting sun, but the glow from the walls of Verek’s vault of sorcery. The wizard lay on the cavern’s floor of polished stone. Carin lay atop him, her head pillowed on his chest, her ear to his heart, and her slowly focusing eyes inventing wind-drifted snow from the wrinkles of his shirt.
            She gave a violent start, put both hands to the floor, and heaved herself off Verek’s unconscious body—so forcefully that she nearly toppled back into the ensorcelled pool behind her. She teetered on the pool’s rim, waging a brief, desperate struggle for life. To fall again into those glacial depths would kill her. The intense cold had cast her faculties into an abyss that must have no rival but death itself. Without the sorcerer to drag her up from that oblivion, Carin stood no chance of surviving a second dunking.
            And her rescuer was in no condition now to extract her from the unnatural waters of his wizards’ well. Verek lay like a corpse. Carin’s sudden movement hadn’t roused him to consciousness. He appeared as lost in the abyss as she had been.
            She kept her balance. Carin stumbled to safety, treading between Verek’s body and the enchanted pool that imperiled all living flesh, whether mortal or magian. She reached the nearest of the four stone benches that ringed the wizards’ well. Upon that seat carved with the symbol of a fish she collapsed, but she took care to avoid the shape that was cut into the stone.
            The symbol, precisely centered and deeply carved, might be nothing but decoration. Like its fellows on the other benches in the cave—the image of a key chiseled into the seat across the pool from this one, a radiant sun on the bench to Carin’s left, a crescent moon to her right—the fish might be only a token of magical art. Maybe the four symbols were a wizard’s badge of office, as a king’s crown and scepter were emblems of his royal authority.
            Or, Carin thought, maybe there’s magic in every line and curve. The events of her three weeks’ imprisonment in Lord Verek’s house had led her to suspect sorcery in all elements of his domain. She distrusted the blighted woodland outside his manor walls and the shape-shifting books in his library. But here in the cave below the library rose the undoubted wellspring of magic. Power flowed in the waters of the enchanted pool and in the lifeblood of the sorcerer who had submitted himself to it.
©2011 Deborah J. Lightfoot. All rights reserved.


About the Author: Castles in the cornfield provided the setting for Deborah J. Lightfoot’s earliest flights of fancy. On her father’s farm in Texas, she grew up reading tales of adventure and reenacting them behind ramparts of sun-drenched grain. She left the farm to earn a degree in journalism and write award-winning books of history and biography. High on her Bucket List was the desire to try her hand at the genre she most admired. The result is WATERSPELL, a multi-layered fantasy trilogy about a girl and the wizard who suspects her of being so dangerous to his world, he believes he'll have to kill her ... which troubles him, since he's fallen in love with her. Waterspell Book 1: The Warlock; Book 2: The Wysard; and Book 3: The Wisewoman

About Book 1~ The Warlock

Drawn into the schemes of an angry wizard, Carin glimpses the place she once called home. It lies upon a shore that seems unreachable. To learn where she belongs and how to get there, the teenage traveler must decipher the words of an alien book, follow the clues in a bewitched poem, conjure a dragon from a pool of magic -- and tread carefully around a seductive but volatile, emotionally scarred sorcerer who can't seem to decide whether to love her or kill her.

About Book 3 ~The Wisewoman

Plague and pestilence have come to Ladrehdin. With their worst fears realized, Carin and Verek set out to put right everything that has gone so badly wrong. On the final leg of their quest, they retrace Carin's journey north from the plains -- accompanied this time by the village wisewoman, Megella. Along the way, Meg dredges up -- from an increasingly unreliable memory -- the oldest of the "old stories," revealing how the actions of the Ancients continue to menace every life on the Wizards' World, and beyond.


  1. Thanks, Lisa, for hosting a stop on my blog tour, and thank you for the review! I'm very happy that you are enjoying the Waterspell series. As you say, the books should be read in order. Books 1, 2, and 3 are the beginning, middle, and end of a continuous story. Books 2 and 3 follow the action (and the deepening Carin-Verek relationship) far beyond the confines of the old manor house and throw the pair into predicaments that push both to their limits.

    Have a great reading weekend!


  2. Thanks for writing in such an encouraging post. I had a glimpse of it and couldn’t stop reading till I finished. I have already bookmarked you

  3. Hi, Estetik! Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. If you're reading my trilogy, please begin with Waterspell Book 1: The Warlock. The three books of Waterspell make up one story, so you will want to begin at the beginning. :-) Thank you!

    Best wishes,


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