The Giant Singer
The Sibylline Saga: Book Two
In your hour of greatest need, look deep into the West.
Rooted firm in myth and mist, that’s where the Giants rest.
Nora has lived in the shadow of the Mountain her entire life. It looms over her quiet town to the west, the resting place of the ancient Giants. No human has ventured on that sacred ground in centuries.
But her country is at war, and Nora has received her first mission as a cartographer: Using the forbidden archives to guide the way, she is to climb the Mountain, find the fabled Clarion, use it to wake the Giants, and end the war once and for all. It’s a mission of desperation and faith, and Nora doesn’t hesitate to accept.
The stoic ranger, Eoghan, stays by her side, charged with keeping Nora alive in the wilderness of the Mountain. Eoghan is certain the Giants are little more than myth. But when they find the Clarion right where Nora’s archives indicate, he begins to believe the impossible. His job is to get them both safely to the peak. But if the Giants are real, it may be safer to go back down.
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Mild gore and violence, arson, control of another person’s body via coercion (supernatural mental ability), pregnancy (no common pregnancy tropes are included, the pregnancy is not a plot line), kidnapping, isolation. There is a love scene on the page, but it is not explicit.
The Complete Sibylline Saga
The Giant's Mountain
The meadow where Edith and Nora played was bordered on the western side by the Wall, though that was a generous title. It was only a few feet high, made of stone with a poured flat top where the girls retreated to sit and chat. Nora had rescued her stuffed rabbit and was making it walk along the Wall as Edith wove a tiny flower crown for it.
And beyond the Wall was nothing remarkable – just more land with a few trees here and there. No monsters, no dangerous ground or roaring rivers. Just a gentle rise going about a mile until the ground sloped sharply upwards into the foothills of the Giant’s Mountain.
It was beautiful, really. The Mountain created a dramatic backdrop for the town of Tutree in vivid greens, blues, and stone whites. It sprawled upward to a gentle peak often shrouded in the mist of low clouds. The Mountain was likely a paradise for wildlife, but no one could really know for sure. And that was because no one ever set foot on the Giant’s Mountain.
Not ever.