Ever since she was a child, Amnandi Khumalo, daughter of one of the most respected witches on Erah, lived for exploration on the open seas. And ever since her first trip aboard The Bane, Captain Maab Pinyasama has been happy to oblige.
Now no longer a child, and sailing with the captain to learn and to challenge her own witchly abilities as much as to explore, the 17-year-old witch has to confront a mystery upon the sea placed in front of The Bane by no less than the goddess herself. The feathers of ravens have risen upon the waves, wide as a plague. It doesn't take long to realize this plague is guided…and spreading.
The young witch knows evil and the damage it does. As the Bane and its crew face all-too-human dangers at every turn—and traveling without her mother's guidance--has she learned enough to face the ready fire within all witches to do the most harm rather than the needed good?
Zig Zag Claybourne (also known as C.E. Young) wishes he’d grown up with the powers of either Gary Mitchell or Charlie X but without the Kirk confrontations. (Anybody not getting that Star Trek reference gets their sci fi cred docked 3 points.)
Today’s trend is to inject realism into fantasy. It’s great that Zig Zag Claybourne didn’t listen. Amnandi Sails, just like Breath, Warmth, and Dream, is a world unto itself, where the world is familiar yet fresh. When we first meet Amnandi in Breath, Warmth, and Dream, she is young girl learning the ways of the world and her calling. In Amnandi Sails she is a teen on her own adventure with old and new friends. Zig Zag’s prose is perfect for the world he’s created, lulling you and engaging you at the same time. This is a book and a series you’ll love to experience and a world that’s a true escape from the everyday. A must read for true fantasy fans.
"People never hold one another in the dreaming unless both want to stay."
There is a certain melancholy with which I write about Zig's stories, and I want to address that straight on. Yes, his stories are made of joy, but joy is a bonded twin. To really feel, to really open up — through a storyteller of heart — warms the thrills of existence as much as it stirs the longings.
I consider this the finest magic one voice can offer the world, at once.
Likewise, I never thought I'd enjoy eerie stories, but not only do I love these tales, those elements of mystery and fear are the balm they offer. Zig's words tell true of harm and fear and sadness, and through it, remind and remind: You are not alone.
You are not alone.
And together, we can be brave.
That bravery is staying together when you don't know the ending.
All this before even addressing this gorgeously crafted second book, as readable stand-alone as it is nestled into this lovely trilogy. A delightful tale of fantasy adventure that sails the seas to whisk the reader into the beyond.
Amnandi's tale at sea embodies the water in all its complexity. Every shade and depth of color in the vastness of the sea, to the rainbow within a single drop, its waves painted overtop with hand-painted words and lines in the form of bright swirls and flourishes, matched by resonant echoes beneath. An ocean mist of lines, passages, and poetry each works of art worthy of the whole book yet only forming a moment within it. A multitude of motion and texture and place, in ways I could only begin to describe, but fortunately, you can experience.
Zig’s writing makes my heart ache for a world in which happier things were true while simultaneously helping me feel loved and calmed in this one.
To cry and sing simultaneously and from it feel life. To be held in arms that are not there, read to by a voice that never will, seen by eyes no longer here.
Also, he's so damn funny.
I hope you will allow yourself this experience.
The poets, the storytellers, and the seers — they are the best of us because they remind us they are all of us.
When we choose it.
"What if I am not enough?"
"A shipload of people have made sure you are enough."
I thank Zig Zag Claybourne for his art, spirit, and presence.
Read this book, indeed, any Zig Zag Claybourne book for the joy of it, the way it'll make you feel inside. Read it to feel--to experience an awareness of how relationships can be, of how people can treat each other, of what bravery and audacity and refusal to just accept can accomplish. Read for everything that makes folks dance because they can’t help themselves, they feel so released.
This author hooked me a number of books ago, and this trilogy of which this is Book 2, proves he's a rippling stream when he could be a stagnant pond whose only bubbles are his early brilliant stuff, stirred up. Instead, this is yet another brave series that is heartwarming but glory be! As cozy as a cactus sofa. These are people I would dearly love to meet though they don't know how to chittychat so there are no pages with comfortable drift-off-soft padding. Reading the dialogue needs discipline, unless you don't care when a gulp of coffee suddenly shoots out of your facial orifices.
If you haven't yet read Breath, Warmth, and Dream, Book 1 of the Khumalo Trilogy, that won't hurt reading this, though of course, I highly recommend not restricting your pleasure to Amnandi Sails. As in The Brothers Jetstream Universe Series, which hooked me, each book he writes is a whole in itself just as in his trilogies, it's a part of something larger. In fact, this trilogy sprang from his short story in Gigantosaurus, "The Air in My House Tastes Like Sugar". Read it free here. https://giganotosaurus.org/2020/03/01...