Season of Crows

Season of Crows

by Prix Gautney

Season of CrowsWhen a banished mousemaid and her crippled companion race across a field in the dark of night to warn Evershade of the impending crow attack, Ash and the other Walnut Keepers must choose to stay and fight for their beloved home—or flee for their very lives.

But how can a peaceful, weaponless society of woodland creatures ever hope to defeat the murderous crows? In the midst of the worst drought in Evershade history, Ash and the others must call on their talents and their allies in neighboring kingdoms if they are to have any hope of surviving the coming war.

And if they survive, what will they do when the water runs out for good? (252 pages, Lee Press, 2016)

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Paperback ISBN: 978-1-63373-153-0
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-63373-154-7
Predator Black“Reminiscent of Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, the endearing creatures who populate Evershade will take you into their world…and wiggle their way into your heart. Endowing her characters with strength and quiet courage, newcomer Prix Gautney weaves an unforgettable tale for readers of all ages” –KD McCrite, The Confessions of April Grace

I am currently under contract for nine books, including the remaining four books in the Evershade series, as well as a western and three picture books. When I pitched “Season of Crows” to my publisher at the Ozark Creative Writers conference in 2015, I threatened to vomit on him. He ended up asking for the first three chapters, and within a few weeks, I had a contract for six novels. When in doubt, threaten them with puke! 😉

I live on a small farm in southern Missouri with my two amazing and mildly insane children. Actually, I may be the one who is insane… I enjoy writing Middle Grade/Young Adult Fantasy, but I also love to write picture books. Every story is written longhand in spiral bound notebooks, and I later type them into my computer. I prefer the flow of the pen over the click of the keys and the mild onslaught of radiation from my laptop any day.

Only death will keep me from writing, which will probably happen if I trip and fall and ultimately get pecked to death by our chickens…