Captain Danaco has been away from Lucentia for fifteen years.
Exiled from his home by King Reneldin, he decided to make the most of his time by stealing a royal frigate, gathering a formidable crew, and sailing the northern seas, making his way in the world as a mercenary, while eagerly awaiting any news that might bring him home.
The Baracan, a network of agents loyal to the true king of Lucentia, is hard at work planning a rebellion that will end Reneldin's tyranny and put Prince Lamir on the throne, but to succeed, they will need to locate Danaco and restore him to his rightful place as leader of their organization.
A melancholy homesick Lucentian is presented with a little something from home when he needs it most and the gift of hope that his exile may be near its end. Whimsical, heartwarming, and engaging- a delightful series for the lighter high fantasy lover.
The Baracan is a follow-up novella to The Leaf Flute in this series of Marridon Prequels. It really must be read in order as it picks up exactly where the other leaves off.
Captain Danaco waves off the Marridon official who is on his way home that brought him his last adventure and his thoughts turn to missing his homelands. He cannot go back as long as the throne of Lucentia is held by the one who ran him into exile because Danaco was loyal to the more capable royal line. If only Prince Lamir would make his bid throne, Danaco would support him. He loves his ship, his friends, Bartleby and Rannig, and his crew, but fifteen years has been a long time away from a well-beloved home, too.
While returning to the Sesterian marketplace for dinner, the captain scents a spice that can only be from Lucentia. He tracks it down and encounters a favorite meal and a surprising request. The market stall Lucentian cook is a member of The Baracan- the Lucentian Resistance movement of which Danaco's father was once the leader before he died. The Baracan and Prince Lamir are making their move and want to know if they can count on him.
This felt very much like a set up story and I'm sure it was, but I was happy to return to Michelle Franklin's fantasy world to visit with the captain, crusty and scholarly Bartleby, and gentle giant Rannig while meeting other colorful and fascinating characters. I loved the surprise twist of who the lady in the marketplace as well as a certain Sesterian guard that Rannig had to accost in the last story.
And I've never read a foodie fantasy story, but I do believe this one counts as my first. These people talk food and prepare it before me. The Tatti Pratti that is described and eaten had me tempted to dash to my pantry and make one of my own.
It is simple and gently-paced, but entertaining to spend time with these sometimes eccentric, but witty and engaging characters.
I do look forward to what happens next for Danaco and his friends next.
For those who enjoy well-crafted fantasy worlds, developed characters, and witty dialogue in their fantasy reads, I can recommend the stories of the Haanta, Frewyn, and these Marridon tales as well.
My thanks to the author for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review.