Dean Kuhta's novel, Silvarum, is part of what will be an eight-book series. Book 1: Frost, certainly sets the scene for the impending battle between the good folk of Thorndale and the evil creatures of Nexxathia, in a larger-than-life way.
Silvarum opens with a Narnia-esque feel that is both familiar and delightful. The conversations among siblings Marie, Mckenzie, and Roger Woods are reminiscent of those among the Pevensies prior to their exodus into the wardrobe, and that underlying suspense, and tense, expectant mood, permeates Kuhta's prose from one chapter to the next.
Believe me when I tell you that there's something for everyone in Silvarum, but the vast array of characters and species never feels overdone, and that is a testament to Kuhta's ability to weave a satisfying and coherent story. Ghosts, Pocahontas and John Smith, dinosaurs, giant insects, overgrown arachnids, flying reptiles, and other bizarre creatures populate the pages of Silvarum, many of these coupled with hypnotic works of art by the author himself.
The story’s structure is told from past tense third person omniscient, interspersed with chapters featuring Abigail Somberlain and Penny Crofts in their graveyard, and Dr. Edric Drake’s log entries detailing an expedition in a distant mountain range, called the Shadow Mountains. The Shadow Mountains was where Dr. Drake and the eight other archaeologists, scientists, and geologists conducted research and collected data on the natural resources of that desolate, Arctic region. They found something else in that region—eight magical runestones and the Watcher's Pyramid—something that was a whole lot more than they bargained for!
The imagery of Abigail (a young violinist killed in a car crash on her way home from a recital) in her graveyard is one of my favorite aspects of Silvarum. Kuhta's descriptions of the dust-entombed mausoleum, and the creepy, blinking book that Abigail shares her crypt with, are vivid and lyrical, and the sadness felt for the (breathing?) dead girl (her mother materializes and then is snatched away from her) is as unambiguous as the starkly enchanting prose.
***Side note, I love that Dean Kuhta's press is called Elvelon Press; the Elvelon are an ancient race of tree-men that include oak trees with long bushy, beards, made of tangled lichen and gray mosses, and they provide sturdy homes and security for the gnome families. Just another part of the rich and brilliant world Kuhta has created.
I greatly look forward to the second installment of the Silvarum series. The Woods' family may have become fragmented by the end of Book 1 (I won't give away anything, but we lose a major player in the war against the Nexxathia runestone guardians and the eventual facing off against the Dream-King), but the familial unit that bands together to set off and face the first of the runestones' guardians brings to mind another non-nuclear family in a magical world (Harry, Hermione, and Ron, anyone?) Silvarum is truly a fine ghost story/adventure tale/epic quest if I've ever read one!