Kindle Edition Amazon Portllas Fishpond Category:  Fantasy Publisher: Christopher D. Morgan ISBN-10:  0994525702 Type: Fiction Pages: 298 Copyright: Mar 3, 2016 ISBN-13: 9780994525703 Price: $0.99 (eBook) YA fantasy adventure tale of magic and mayhem, good and evil. Joshua’s father is dead… but that isn’t what his dreams tell him. Plagued by nightmares, Joshua sets out on a journey to receive answers from the Oracle, a mystical being who can help him discover the truth. Yet the path ahead is full of terrors. Joshua befriends imps and traders on his travels across the realm, battling monsters and fiends. Along the way, he meets the beautiful and mysterious Sarah. Despite their romance being forbidden, Joshua finds himself falling for her. As the quest thickens, Joshua discovers a mirror that can reveal the future. The mirror has great power, and the more Joshua uses it the closer he comes to finding answers. But even magical artifacts cannot prevent the imminent destruction looming near. To save the world Joshua must perform heroic deeds, survive a deadly battle, and endure great sacrifice. Will Joshua ever find his father? Can Joshua and Sarah be together? Or will all perish in an epic war, where evil shall claim victory? Forestium: The Mirror Never Lies is the first installment in a high fantasy saga by New York Times Bestselling Author Chris Morgan. This young adult sword and sorcery novel is perfect for readers of all ages who enjoy an exciting story of action, adventure, and love.       Excerpt Melachor and Veloria stopped just long enough to catch their breath. Melachor felt Sandor’s forehead with his palm. The skin was still damp and hot to the touch. The infant’s breathing had become increasingly laboured and he was now gasping for breath. Melachor stared at the tattered map, his hand shaking. “Please, Melachor, we must rest.” Veloria leaned against a grungy building, barely able to stand, with the infant limp in her arms. Her fatigued toddler whined as he clung to her. Sandor continued whimpering. Time was running out. Melachor shook his head and heaved a sigh as he caught his wife’s eye. She clutched a protective arm around Jared’s shoulders. Both of them feared their toddler might also catch this plague. They peeked up and down the filthy alleyway. Screams rang out from all directions. Pandemonium in the distance wrenched at their attention but Sandor’s wellbeing was all they could focus on right now. “This way, Vel,” he said, leading his exhausted family further into the maze of backstreets. People had been running for cover, and the winding alleys were now all but empty. The sun’s rays didn’t penetrate into these narrow passages and a foul stench hung in the air. Shady figures lingered in the shadows, and he felt eyes staring at them from hidden corners. The rickety, wooden buildings gave no outward sign of what lay behind each door. Melachor knew it was unsafe to bring his family here, but if Sandor were to stand any chance of surviving the illness, he needed to find a Metamorph, and quickly. The pox had claimed so many lives already and time was running out for Sandor. Although no longer a Trader, Melachor had spent many years travelling from village to village and was a good listener. It was by no means clear whether the legends were true or just tales told by drunks and con artists. But these were desperate times. The map was the only clue they had to help them find the mythical creature, and it had led them to these backstreets. Melachor had risked his life to get his hands on the map and he hoped it was not in vain. Veloria clutched Sandor in one hand and clung to Jared with the other. She shuffled closely behind her husband as he led them through the muddy alleys. The family reached an intersection. Melachor looked in all directions, trying to find a familiar landmark, but his search was in vain. It had been too long since he was last here in the Southern Tip. Already one of Forestium’s largest settlements, it had grown considerably in recent years. “Melachor, are you sure we’re doing the right thing? It isn’t safe. We’re never going to find one here. The trader that gave you the feather could have been lying.” More screams from terrified Imps rang out in the distance. Melachor, too, feared for his family’s safety. A storm was brewing and they could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. They looked up at the dark clouds stealing what little daylight they could still see. “Look,” he said, “it makes sense that there would be a Metamorph here. If there are any left, this is where they’ll be and this is exactly where the map says we’ll find one. It’s easy to hide here. I’ve been a trader for a long time and I know when to spot a lie. Just don’t lose that Raetheon feather.” Veloria pulled out the white tail feather and showed it to her husband. Before she could tuck it away, a short, plump Imp wearing a pointed hat and scruffy, brown waistcoat emerged from the mist in one of the dark alleyways. “Looking for something are we? Dangerous place to be wandering around with children, if you don’t mind me saying. Not safe for anyone to be outside right now.” Melachor looked down at the Imp and narrowed his eyes. Clutching at his wife’s hand, he opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. The man stared at him, but remained silent. Melachor felt he was out of options. He had reached the point that he needed to take the risk. “I’m looking,” he whispered, “I’m looking for a Metamorph.” The man squinted up at Melachor and glanced at the sickly child its mother clutched to her chest. “I don’t know what you mean,” the Imp said dismissively, turning and walking away. “No, please, help us!” Veloria cried. Her eyes reddened and tears welled. She held out the tail feather, her eyes imploring. The short man paused and looked over his shoulder. To Melachor and Veloria’s surprise, the feather began changing colour. Within moments, it had turned from white to green. The Imp looked at the feather and then at Veloria. “Quickly! Put that away!” Veloria recoiled and tucked the feather back into her shawl, glancing over her shoulder. The Imp flicked his head to beckon them and led them down the alley he had come from. They followed him silently as he made several turns before stopping at a nondescript door. After glancing up and down the alley, he pushed it open and led them all in. A single candle cast eerie shadows in the dimly lit room, and a musty odour hung in the air. A bolt of lightning lit up the alley. It was soon followed by thunder and rain as the little man pushed the door closed and whispered. “We must be quick. He has eyes everywhere. We can’t be too careful. Here, show me the child. Quickly!” Melachor and Veloria looked at each other with puzzled expressions, but Veloria did as she was asked and laid Sandor on a table. The small man looked the sickly infant up and down and smiled. The desperate parents watched as this stranger held his hand over their baby and slowly moved it side to side. As he did, a green glow engulfed him. The mysterious light seemed to be coming from Sandor himself. Within seconds, the child fell quiet and stopped whimpering. His breathing improved. Melachor looked on with wide eyes and open mouth. The man stopped moving his hand from side to side and held it directly above Sandor. The green glow subsided before disappearing altogether. “You’re a Metamorph?” Melachor said, looking at the Imp. The man raised his finger to his lips and lowered his brow. He took a step back from the table and, to their amazement, began growing taller. His face stretched and his hair grew longer and changed colour. Jared, still clutching at his mother’s hand, shuffled behind her. After a few seconds, the transformation was complete. In place of an Imp, a fully grown Woodsman now looked down at the toddler and smiled. “Don’t be afraid, my young friend. You’re all safe here,” he said softly. He turned to Melachor and said, “But you must go, now. It’s not safe for me to remain here for too long. I must leave you.” “Our son?” Melachor asked quickly, motioning to the cooing child on the table. “The child is well now. Please, I must go before I am found. If He learns one of my kind is here, it will not be safe for any of the Imps that live here and I cannot put them in harm’s way.” The man took another step back and began shrinking again. He carried on shrinking, and within seconds he morphed into a Chirvel. The furry forest animal stood on its hind legs, no taller than a chair. It squealed and sniffed the air before scurrying off into the dark. Melachor and Veloria took Sandor and Jared and left. Melachor held his cloak over his family to shield them from the downpour. They went down the alley and tried to find their way out of the maze of backstreets. Melachor led his family through the ghetto and into the main square. Before them was a scene of total devastation. Bodies littered the ground everywhere. An Imp came running towards them screaming. “Quickly. Hide! He’ll kill you. He’ll kill us all!” Melachor grabbed the man by the shoulders and tried to speak sense to him but he tore himself free and ran off screaming again. Suddenly, a blinding ball of light came flying through the air and struck the fleeing Imp in the back. As it hit him, he and the ball of light both disappeared into thin air. Melachor squinted in disbelief. Several more Imps emerged from various alleyways. They, too, were screaming in panic. More blinding balls of light emerged and struck them each in quick succession. Just as before, they vanished as each ball of light struck. Melachor hurried his family out of the square and towards the edge of the town. Every few seconds, they heard the sound of screaming followed by silence. Each time this happened, a streak of light illuminated the stormy sky. One by one, all the Imps of the Southern Tip were being wiped out. The family rounded a corner and found their path blocked by a Trader huddled in a dark cloak. He was kneeling on the ground, holding a crystal orb in one hand. The man was muttering an incantation. As he did so, the orb began pulsating with flashes of light and a swirling vortex formed above it. Through the vortex, Melachor could see a field of green bathed in sunlight. The man stood up, glanced over his shoulder and jumped into the vortex. Melachor turned to Veloria. Over her shoulder, he could see a blinding ball of light coming towards them. Veloria turned and screamed. Before any of them could react, the ball of light struck her. She and the two children vanished. “NOOOO!” Melachor yelled. Tears streamed down his face and he stood there with his arm held out to where his wife and children had been standing. Then another ball of light came flying around the corner. It hovered for a second before rushing towards Melachor at high speed. He turned and looked at the vortex over the orb, which was now dissipating. Without thinking, he lunged to grab the orb just moments before the ball of light was upon him. There was a flash, and everything went black.

Tome Tender Book Blog
Christopher D. Morgan takes us on a journey into a world long filled with wars, death, and soldiers that have never returned. Families are left behind missing a piece of their hearts. Joshua’s heart tells him his father, who left long ago and never returned is alive. As a young man, he sets out on a quest to either find his father, find out what happened to him or die trying. By his side is his best friend and a newly found creature long thought killed off through the slaughter of the dark forces of the Goat, evil personified. Magical portals may reveal the lost and long thought dead, but to open them, magical orbs must be procured. Follow the journey of this ragtag group as they add a beautiful and talented teen off on her own guest for knowledge. Their journey will teach them about life, about living in a dangerous world, about survival and especially learning to trust another in matters of life, death and the heart.

Forestium is a beautifully written tale that introduces us to a strange new world, its many races, feats of magic and the power of love and truth. Christopher D. Morgan has done a fabulous job of creating scenes that come to life where the sense of action and the emotional entanglements feel real. With great dialogue, a smorgasbord of characters and evil always lurking in the shadows, this fantasy is easy to fall into and hard to leave! A great start to a new YA fantasy series!

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First, I left the cover nice and big for a reason. Look at it! LOOK. AT. IT! See the detail in the art? Beautiful! It doesn't stop there. From the beginning of chapter art pieces, the map, and even the section dividers, everything coordinates well and brings you into the world Christopher Morgan has created.

Now, onward to the actual writing itself. For Americans, it is a bit of an adjustment reading in the appropriate British English. The author is thoughtful enough to include a note regarding this, so the reader is prepped for the mysteries that I had in my mind. Starting off with a bang helped sustain me through the "getting to know you" phase with the characters and their world. Morgan keeps it interesting, but it is even better knowing that there is going to be a nice payoff in the end. Of course, this is merely the first in a new series.

The writing is clear without bogging the reader down with unnecessary events or lengthy descriptions that don't add to the experience. It was easy to follow without talking down to the readers. My 11 year old is receiving this book next as a prequel to fantasy greats such as Lord of the Rings. Forestium is a great way to introduce any reader to well-written fantasy. Reluctant readers will enjoy the action and spacing between lines.

As an adult who has read plenty of novels, this is the first book that I've been comfortable saying is a great beginner fantasy - regardless of age or life experience. Well worth any time and money you invest.

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Forestium is the first novel by what I’m sure will be an up-and-coming new author, Christopher D. Morgan. It is the first in the Portallas series, which is being marketed as Young Adult Fantasy/Adventure novels and follows the story of 16-year-old Joshua on his quest to find the source of his mysterious dreams.

Forestium is a great, simple introduction to the fantasy genre for very early teens, and its under-arching coming-of-age storyline will be sure to make the story relatable to every young reader. Featuring magic, true friendships, first loves and first heartbreaks, this easy read novel eases readers into Joshua’s world and into the adventure at a steady pace.

Joshua’s father disappeared when he was younger, and has been assumed dead since – but Joshua has been having dreams about a dark stranger that lead him to believe his father is still alive, so the unlikely hero sets out on a quest across the land of Forestium to search for answers. He meets many people and creatures along the way, faces many trials and tribulations, and eventually has to make some very adult decisions to reach his destiny of defeating the horrible Goat. We’re left on a cliffhanger that makes you want to reach for the next book already – can the Goat really be vanquished?