Into the gully

Yes! Our first excerpt from North! Or Be Eaten! Isn't this fun? This week, I read chapters 1-7, and present to you my favorite snippet. What I appreciate about it is the growing sense of foreboding as every "If" brings the Igibys closer to the doom pronounced by the last three words.


Suddenly Janner found himself skidding down a steep bank. Podo had led Nugget into a deep gully and was halfway across the depression, amidst old branches, brown leaves, and rotting tree trunks. The trench stretched a long way in both directions, so they had no choice but to cross it.The donkey stopped dead in its tracks on the rim of the slope. Janner pulled at the reins while Nia pushed from behind, but the animal wouldn’t move. Its eyes were fixed on the gully floor, its nostrils expanding and contracting like a beating heart.If Janner had not been running in fear for his life, he might have remembered what Pembrick’s Creaturepedia had to say about such gullies in Glipwood Forest; he might have thought to warn his family before they scrambled down into the tree-clogged floor. If Janner hadn’t been thinking about the Fangs and trolls snarling through the woods behind him, he would’ve suggested firmly that the Igiby family find a way around the gully, even if it added hours and miles to the journey.If Peet the Sock Man, so familiar with the dangers of the forest, had been with them and not fending off the Fangs and trolls and horned hounds, he would’ve most emphatically suggested that the Igiby family not descend into the hole.But they did.
What was your favorite passage from this week's reading—or anywhere else in the series? Post it in the comments!Don't forget to stop by our discussion forum for some great conversation about all kinds of Wingfeathery topics. We'd love to meet you and hear your thoughts! 

Recommencing the Ban Rona Book Club

North or be eatenCan I help you?Back in January, we started a very exciting adventure—reading The Wingfeather Saga together. Just a week ago, we finished On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, and this week we begin reading North! Or Be Eaten. For those of you who've been reading along with us, welcome back! And for those of you who might be wondering if it's too late to join in the fun, come on in—we're glad you're here. :-)Each Monday, along with a bit of fan art or some other fun thing, I'll post what chapters I plan to read during the upcoming week. You're welcome to read along with me, or go at your own pace. (If you haven't read book one yet, I'd encourage you to do that before diving into book two. But don't worry—it won't take you long to catch up. I'm taking my time.)Each Friday I'll post my favorite snippet from the week's reading, and invite you to share your favorite in the comments. Whether you're keeping pace with us, or are somewhere else in the books, we want to hear which parts you loved best!All week long there are conversations happening in our discussion forum. Andrew joins in when he's able, there are a few regulars you'll learn to recognize, and we'd love to meet you. Do you have a question or comment about something you're reading? Want to talk about your favorite character? Have you spotted a sly bit of sneakery on Andrew's part? (He likes to slip little book and music references into the stories when he thinks we're not looking!) We'd love it if you'd come over to hang out with us. We're all very friendly and the conversations have been great fun. Just click "Book Club" above (if you're on a mobile device, you'll find it in the dropdown menu). We've got tea and crumpets waiting.And now, North! Or Be Eaten!::vanishes::


This week, Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 1-7 of North! Or Be Eaten. Check back on Friday for an excerpt, and to share your own favorite quotes.See you in the forum! 

An interview and a giveaway

Everly Pleasant over at Kindred Grace recently interviewed Andrew. In the interview, they talk about many aspects of writing: The different challenges of book-writing and songwriting, writer's block, how to know if you're meant to be an author, which Wingfeather book was the most fun for Andrew to write, and more. It's a great interview. Click here to read it—and to enter a giveaway to win one of three whole sets of The Wingfeather Saga!

"And that's final."

Here we are—Aerwiar!—at the end of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness. I have loved reading with you all these last two months, and knowing that we've still got three books to go makes me gladder than glad. Thank you all for chiming in with your favorite quotes, and for your wonderful input in the forums. We've had some great discussion, and I'm looking forward to more questions, more speculation, more fun, more heart-responses, and more friendship-building as we continue.Picking a favorite excerpt each week can be tricky. This week, selecting from chapters 45-51, I had to pick between the scene that made me cry (but is pretty spoiler-heavy) and the scene that made me bounce in my seat and cheer. I'm going with the latter. (But for the record, the scene that made me cry is in the last chapter.)Thanks for reading, everyone.


“We’ll tell you all about it tonight,” Podo said, turning toward the road, “once we find a safe place to rest.” The old man tossed the bundle over his shoulder and took a deep, glad breath of salty air. “Follow old Podo!” he then roared with gusto, and marched off in a southwesterly direction, away from the forest.“Papa,” Nia said.“Eh?” Podo said, stopping several paces away.“I think we should go to Peet’s tree house. He has food and—”“Food?” Tink said.Peet the Sock Man perked up and looked at Nia with a twinkle of hope in his eyes.“We ain’t goin’ there,” Podo said, his bushy eyebrows bunched together. “We’re heading to Torrboro then up the North Road until we find safe passage to the Ice Prairies.” He whipped his head around and set out again, but Nia didn’t move. Podo turned again, his face red. “Come on, I say!”“No.” Nia’s back straightened.“What?” Podo took a step back toward his daughter.“I said no.” Nia took a step forward. “You’ve held on to your anger long enough, Papa, and now that anger is becoming a burden you no longer bear alone. It’s causing us to suffer with you—you stubborn old fool.”Podo was dumbfounded.“Peet saved all of our lives,” Nia said, “yours most recently. You may feel fine now, but not half an hour ago death was lapping at your toes. And do you know who you should be thanking for the breath in your lungs?”Peet was backing away sheepishly, but Nia grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. “This man,” she said. “He’s got provisions and shelter in the forest, where no Fang will want to venture for a long time after what happened here. Now I love you, Papa, but I’m the mother of these children, and I’ve a mind to put food in their bellies and pillows under their heads. We’re going to Peet’s tree house and that’s final.”Combined looks of bewilderment, embarrassment, and anger flashed over Podo’s face. Janner wanted to laugh. Podo sputtered and formed the beginnings of words with his mouth but came up with nothing to say.“Peet, lead the way,” Nia said.—From chapter 47, "Old Wounds."
What passage did you love best from your reading this week? Or, what was your favorite moment in the whole book? Post it in the comments!This coming week is Holy Week—the traditional time to reflect on the days leading up to Christ's crucifixion and resurrection. We'll take a break from reading and start North! Or Be Eaten on April 6. No fear, though; we'll still be here during the break. Be sure to come by throughout the week for forum discussion and a few Holy Week posts.

On Starting the First Book

No, not that First Book.I mean the first book of the Wingfeather Saga, also known as On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, which might be one of the longest, silliest book titles ever. For the record, it was my wonderful editor Jeanette Thompson who suggested it.People are always interested in beginnings. When it comes to superheroes, origin stories are the best. Even if you never read the Bible, chances are you've flipped to Genesis 1:1 just to see what it says about how things got started. Whenever I'm in Oxford I can't help but visit one of the pubs where Tolkien and Lewis read aloud early drafts of their books. Yearbook pictures are always good for a laugh. I've read a few books about Pixar Animation and find it almost painfully interesting to read about early versions of some of my favorite films.Not to presume too much, but I thought you guys might be interested in how this story began.Back in 2004 my sons were five and six years old, which was just old enough for me to inflict the Chronicles of Narnia on them. I had loved them when I was a kid and couldn't wait till they were old enough to encounter that magical place (and especially Aslan) with me. As it turns out, not all of those books are great read-alouds for kids that young, so while Aedan mostly stayed awake, Asher mostly slept. Still, it was the first time I had read them aloud, the first time I had experienced the story with someone, which was a tremendous thing for my 30-year-old self. More than once in each of the Narnia books I had to swallow tears as my little boys looked on in confusion.Like many of you, I'm sure, I had dreamed of writing books when I was young, and had even made several false starts as an adult, but alas, nothing took. Meanwhile I was busy writing songs, making records, and touring, which was another dream I nursed when I was young. The book thing was definitely on my list of Things to Do Before I Die, but it wasn't until that read-aloud experience that I finally dug in and decided to really do it. To finish something. And I must say, though I'm getting ahead of myself here, finishing is the thing. I'll say it again to any of you would-be writers out there: FINISHING IS THE THING. The only real difference (the ability to put coherent sentences together notwithstanding) between Real Writers and People Who Only Ever Talk About Writing is the persistence and discipline required to cross the finish line. Having had some real world experience bringing songs to completion, and then bringing albums to completion, and then bringing long and grueling tours to completion, I had been unwittingly prepared by my musical day job to keep my hand to the plough with On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness.(One quick side note. I've said this before and I'll say it again: I don't care what C. S. Lewis said in some random letter to a kid, the most enjoyable way to experience the Narnia books is to read them in the order of publication. The way they bounce around chronologically is wonderful. So for the love of Pete, don't read them in chronological order! You might as well be watching the loathsome Star Wars episodes 1-3 before the wonderful episodes 4-6. And while I'm waxing opinionated, we might as well just chuck episodes 1-3 out the window altogether. They're just awful, and you should protect your brain from them at all costs. And I'm not just complaining about the annoying Jar-Jar Binks or the terrible writing and acting and directing (though the visuals were pretty cool at times, and if that's the best you can say about a film, it ain't a very good one). As my friend Ben pointed out, the "hero" of first three episodes is an arrogant kid who becomes not just a murderer of children but a destroyer of worlds--basically, a young Hitler--and I can't think of a single thing about him worth emulating. Anakin makes for a great villain, not a great hero.)Where was I?Ah, yes. The Igibys. When the day came to really--and I mean really--start writing, I realized right away that I couldn't tell a fantasy story without doing my research. What I mean is, I had to do some serious world building before I could populate that world with the characters in this tale. If you were writing a novel set in Victorian London you'd have to do some work learning about how things worked back then--what kind of money they used, how people got around, who was in charge, what the political atmosphere was like--and only then could your characters move about in that setting in a convincing way. Details matter. Since this story would happen in another world I needed to know how it got there. I needed to know, for example, how Janner Igiby would purchase honeybuns at the Dragon Day festival. I needed to know not just who the villains were, but why they were villains at all. (Which is what George Lucas was doing when he wrote Vader's backstory, I'll give him that.) And where did they come from? And why on Aerwiar would Gnag have wanted to destroy Anniera?So you see, before I could get to Janner, Kal, and Leeli, I had to take care of business. So I started with a map. In fact, it wasn't until I had drawn the map that I had the slightest inkling who the main characters would be. They sprang up from the soil, right there in my sketchbook when I labeled a little town "Glipwood" on the edge of an ocean I goofily named "The Dark Sea of Darkness." The next step was writing little faux histories of Anniera, and Gnag, and the making of the world. That took me weeks, and to be honest, it was a delightful process. The more I imagined about the world, the clearer the Igiby children's conflict became, and once I had that down the story began.I outlined a few things, but the ending--other than the revelation regarding the Jewels of Anniera--was hazy and embryonic. Part of the joy of writing is that the author gets to discover the twists and turns with almost as much surprise as the reader.So what about you? If you've written an otherworldly tale, did you write the backstory first? Did you find, as I did, that the history of your world shaped the story you ended up telling? Tolkien talked a lot about this in his essay "On Fairy Stories," which you must read if you plan to drive a book like this across the finish line. 

Drawing strength

Behold the following excerpt, my favorite from chapters 39-44 of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness. The situation is dire, and Janner's worries are legitimate, but he's not alone. Is there anyone who gives you strength when you're afraid? Who makes you feel like you can be more than you are?We're almost finished with book 1! Only one more week, and then we'll pause to celebrate Christ's resurrection before diving into book 2. I'm so enjoying reading with you. :-)


With a fierce look in his eyes, Podo threw the bundle into the back of the wagon and mounted it without waiting for the boys. They scrambled in as Podo said, “Hya!” to Danny the carthorse, who whinnied and tore toward Glipwood.Janner’s eyes watered in the wind as he watched the sweeping boughs of glipwood trees whiz by. He prayed to the Maker that Leeli and Nia were still safe. He wondered how they possibly would escape with Nia and Leeli, if indeed the Fangs had overrun the town. He looked up at Podo, at the white hair flying out behind him, bluish now in the moonlight, and felt better. Maybe Podo didn’t have a plan, but knowing that his grandfather was with him, even in the face of the Fangs of Dang, made Janner feel like he could be more than he was. He drew strength from the old man, like water from a well, and rested in it. And he looked admiringly at Tink, who had found a Fang sword among the remains in the wagon and was holding it in two fists, clenching his jaw.—From chapter 40, "Betrayal."
What stood out to you in your reading this week? Whether you're keeping pace with us or are somewhere else in the series, post your favorite excerpt in the comments!How have you been enjoying our forum? This week's discussions included Leeli, the melding process, and more. We'd love to hear your voice. Grab a friend and come on over. 

Taking Flight with the Wingfeather Saga

Check out this enthusiastic and kind Fangirl Initiative review of the Wingfeather Saga by Rica Wiersema. Here's a snippet:

Peterson enchants the most mundane of objects, sometimes by doing little more than renaming them; you have to admit that a dinner of cheesy chowder with totatoes on the side and sugarberry pie for dessert sounds heavenly. He’s taken to heart what C.S. Lewis once said about writing for children (or indeed people of all ages): “[One] does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods; the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.

For the full review, click here. Thanks, Rica!


This week: Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 39-44 of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness. Check back on Friday for an excerpt, and to share what you’ve been reading!