Bone Crier’s Moon Book Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway

Thank you to the Fantastic Flying Book Club for giving me the opportunity to be on the blog tour for Bone Crier’s Moon!

I’d had my eye on this gorgeous book even before joining their blog tour, and ahh, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to be sharing this post.

Don’t miss the excerpt and giveaway at the end of this post!

Bone Crier’s Moon (Bone Grace #1)
by Kathryn Purdie

Publisher: HarperCollins/Katherine Tegen
Release Date: March 10, 2020
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy

Synopsis

book coverBone ​Criers have a sacred duty. They alone can keep the dead from preying on the living. But their power to ferry the spirits of the dead into goddess Elara’s Night Heavens or Tyrus’s Underworld comes from sacrifice. The gods demand a promise of dedication. And that promise comes at the cost of the Bone Criers’ one true love.

Ailesse has been prepared since birth to become the matriarch of the Bone Criers, a mysterious famille of women who use strengths drawn from animal bones to ferry dead souls. But first she must complete her rite of passage and kill the boy she’s also destined to love.

Bastien’s father was slain by a Bone Crier and he’s been seeking revenge ever since. Yet when he finally captures one, his vengeance will have to wait. Ailesse’s ritual has begun and now their fates are entwined—in life and in death.

Sabine has never had the stomach for the Bone Criers’ work. But when her best friend Ailesse is taken captive, Sabine will do whatever it takes to save her, even if it means defying their traditions—and their matriarch—to break the bond between Ailesse and Bastien. Before they all die.

Favorite Quotes

🖤 “Tu ne me manque pas. Je ne te manque pas. It means ‘You’re not missing from me. I’m not missing from you’”

🖤 “Any flaws at first glance are only virtues in disguise.”

Excerpt

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Eight Years Ago

Fingers of mist curled around Bastien’s father as he walked away from his only child. The boy lifted up on his knees in their stalled handcart. “Where are you going, Papa?”

His father didn’t answer. The light of the full moon shone on Lucien’s chestnut hair, and the mist swallowed him from sight.

Alone, Bastien sank back down and tried to be quiet. Stories of cutthroat robbers on forest roads ran rampant through his ten-year-old mind. Don’t be afraid, he told himself. Papa would have warned me if there was any danger. But his father was gone now, and Bastien began to doubt.

Outside the city walls, the idle cart offered little shelter. Bastien’s skin crawled at phantom whispers. His breath caught when the branches around him formed claws.

I should follow Papa right now, he thought, but the nighttime chill seeped into his bones and filled them with lead. He shivered, pressed up against the limestone sculptures in the cart. Tyrus, god of the Underworld, stared back at him, his mouth chiseled in a wry line. Bastien’s father had carved the figurine months ago, but it never sold. People preferred the sun god and the earth goddess, worshipping life and disregarding death.

Bastien turned his head, hearing a song without words. Lilting. Primal. Sad. Like the soft cry of a child or the plaintive call of a bird or a harrowing ballad of lost love. The song swelled inside him, achingly beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the woman standing on the bridge, for Bastien, like his father, soon followed the music there.

The mist settled, and a thick fog rolled in from the Nivous Sea. The breeze played with the ends of the woman’s dark amber hair. Her white dress swished, exposing her slim ankles and bare feet. She wasn’t singing. The music poured from a bone-white flute at her mouth. Bastien should have recognized her for what she was then.

She set the flute on the parapet when Lucien met her in the middle of the bridge. The hazy moonlight cast them in an unearthly glow.

Bastien faltered, unable to take another step. What if this was a dream? Perhaps he’d fallen asleep in his father’s cart.

Then his father and the woman started dancing.

Her movements were slow, breathtaking, graceful. She glided through the fog like a swan on water. Lucien never looked away from her midnight-dark eyes.

Bastien didn’t either, but when the dance ended, he blinked twice. What if he wasn’t dreaming?

The bone-white flute caught his eye again. Dread dropped hot coals in his stomach. Was the flute really made of bone?

Legends of Bone Criers rushed back to him and clashed warning bells through his mind. The women in white were said to stalk these parts of Galle. Bastien’s father wasn’t a superstitious man—he never avoided bridges during a full moon—but he should have, for here he was, enchanted like all doomed men in the tales. Every story was alike. Each had a bridge and dancing…and what happened afterward. Now was when—

Bastien sprang forward. “Papa! Papa!”

His father, who adored him, who carried him on his shoulder and sang him lullabies, never turned to heed his son.

The Bone Crier withdrew a bone knife. She leapt straight into the air—higher than a roe deer—and with the force of her descent, she plunged the blade deep into his father’s heart.

Bastien’s scream raged as guttural as a grown man’s. It carved his chest hollow with pain he would harbor for years.

He ran onto the bridge, collapsed beside his father, and met the woman’s falsely sorry eyes. She glanced behind her at another woman at the bridge’s end, who beckoned with a hasty hand.

The first woman lifted the bloody bone knife to her palm, like she meant to cut herself to complete the ritual. But with one last look at Bastien, she cast the knife into the forest and fled, leaving the boy with a dead father and a lesson seared forever in his memory:

Believe every story you hear.

Reviews

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The blurb I’m sharing today is from @evelyn_skye. This is the pull quote my publisher chose for the back cover, but the full blurb is, “BONE CRIER’S MOON is beautiful, entrancing, and deadly. I devoured it and loved it with my entire soul. This story is absolutely stunning—one of my favorite books this year!” 🌙 Evelyn and I debuted together in 2016, and I have to admit, I was nervous we’d be rivals because we were both releasing Russian-inspired YA fantasies. But from the first moment Evelyn and I chatted online, I realized we would become wonderful friends instead. 🌙 Evelyn brings joy wherever she goes. She’s goofy and fun, and she faces the toughest challenge in life with unwavering optimism. She’s also a seriously incredible writer. I read her debut novel, THE CROWN’S GAME, when my husband was undergoing a scary surgery and while he recovered in the hospital. Evelyn’s book had the power to help me set aside my stress and escape to a magical world—a monumental achievement and a beautiful gift under those circumstances! 🌙 Evelyn was also my very first reader for the complete draft of BONE CRIER’S MOON, and hers was the first blurb I received—it’s actually on the front cover of the ARC! Along with her blurb, Evelyn emailed me a wonderful letter about how much she truly loved the book. It was a tremendous boost to my confidence because launching a new series is scary! 🌙 There are so many reasons why I adore Evelyn. I could go on and on. I hope you all follow her and read her amazing books! 🌙 Thank you for your friendship, Evelyn! I ♥️ you! . . . . #evelynskye #thecrownsgame #crownsgame #bonecriersmoon #kathrynpurdie #bookblurb #bookstagram #booknerdigans #booknerds #iloveya #yafantasy #yalit #yalovin

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The blurb I’m sharing today is from my dear friend, Jodi Meadows @unicornwarlord. I came to know Jodi when we roomed together at the week-long RT BookLovers Convention in 2017. We quickly bonded over having the same editor and publisher at the time and over our love for excellent YA fantasy. 🌙 Jodi is honest and bold and tender-hearted and brilliant and snarky all at once. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve chatted on the phone when I’ve busted into giggles and said, “Why do you have to make me laugh about that, Jodi?!” 🌙 She’s also incredibly well-rounded. She was an accomplished dancer growing up, and she’s an expert knitter, spinner of yarn, and the best pet mama to many cats and ferrets, past and present. Her Instagram feed always features her amazing knitted creations, a cat modeling by them (she’s trained them well), and a good book. 🌙 Jodi has spent many hours giving me wise advice and talking me off ledges. I informed her just last week that she’s officially my guru now. She’s truly one smart lady, and she’s seasoned in the book world, having almost four complete series under her belt, with more on the way. 🌙 If you can’t tell, I’m a big Jodi fan and so grateful to call her my friend. 🌙 Thank you for blurbing my book, Jodi, and thanks for being the best guru-friend-cheerleader this slightly crazed author could ask for. 😘 . . . . #jodimeadows #beforesheignites #myplainjane #orphanqueen #myladyjane #incarnate #mycalamityjane #bonecriersmoon #kathrynpurdie #bookblurb #bookstagram #booknerdigans #booknerds #iloveya #yafantasy #yalit #yalovin

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BONE CRIER’S MOON releases in 13 days on March 3rd! I can’t believe how quickly that date is approaching. I’m so excited to share this book with all of you! 🌙 The blurb I’m sharing today is from one very special lady—who just happens to be my best friend! @sarablarson and I met years ago when we were both between agents and going through some pretty discouraging life and career troubles. We quickly bonded over that, but what really sparked our deep friendship was how much we loved each other’s writing. 🌙 Sara writes YA fantasy, like me, and it’s epic, emotional, romantic, and gripping. I can’t decide which of her books I love the best, but I have a special place in my heart for both DEFY and SISTERS OF SHADOW AND LIGHT. If you haven’t read them yet, get on that! 🌙 Sara became published two years before I did (she actually introduced me to our current agent), and so when it was my turn, she was there to show me the ropes and talk me off many ledges, especially when I had colossal meltdown after colossal meltdown while writing my second book in my first series. Those second books are hard! Ask any author. 🌙 I hope I’ve come to be as supportive to Sara as she’s been to me all these years. She has the most generous heart. She’s the first to offer relief or raise funds when catastrophes strike or when a friend is going through a rough time. She brought me a huge basket of gifts from local author friends after my dad passed away, and she’s always the one who organizes birthday lunches with our friends and makes sure people feel loved and remembered. 🌙 I’m so grateful we met and became besties. I don’t think I would have survived without her. I love you, Sara! Thanks for blurbing my book and being the best cheerleader! 🌙 . . . #sarablarson #kathrynpurdie #bonecriersmoon #bookblurb #defy #sosal #sistersofshadowandlight #bookstagram #booknerd #booknerdigans #yafantasy #yalit #yalovin #iloveya

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About the Author

authorKathryn is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the BURNING GLASS series. Her love of storytelling began as a young girl when her dad told her about someone named Boo Radley while they listened to the film score of TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. Kathryn is a trained classical actress who studied at the Oxford School of Drama. She also writes songs on her guitar for each of her stories and shares them on her website. Kathryn lives in the Rocky Mountains with her husband and three children.

Check out Kathryn over on her website!

Book Links

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Giveaway

Enter the giveaway to win 1 of 3 signed hardback copies of Bone Crier’s Moon, a set of two character bookmarks, and an 11×17 poster of the book cover!

  • US only
  • End Date: March 18, 2020

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