Through twelve novels and counting, Jeff Wheeler’s storytelling has maintained a singular knack for making everything else in my life rush to the background within a few sentences and then disappear completely. He weaves immersive worlds that forgo the explicit brutality of some popular fantasy sagas in favor of a deft touch that’s as welcoming as it is rife with conniving, trickery, heartbreak, and beautiful, memorable magic. At least until I stop reading, these worlds take center stage in mine.
I should admit that I’ve already read the two sequels to The Queen’s Poisoner (both due out later this year), in which Owen ages from eight to seventeen to twenty-four years old. And I’m pleased to report that just when it seems as if Jeff Wheeler has achieved an imaginative apex, the story expands to envelop wider lands, richer magic, deeper intrigue, and all-around higher stakes for Owen and the entire realm of Kingfountain. I’m sorely tempted to say more, but I wouldn’t dare rob other readers of the exhilarating experience of getting lost in Jeff Wheeler’s worlds on their own.
- Jason Kirk, Editor