marrogerson:

charliebowater:

Fresh cover for Margaret Rogerson’s next stand alone, Sorcery of Thorns! ❤ 

At long last, it’s here! 

If you would like to read a preview of Sorcery of Thorns, there’s one available on the Barnes & Noble Teen blog. This is a standalone YA fantasy about magical libraries, battle librarians, and sentient books that can transform into monsters.

What an incredible privilege to have cover art illustrated by Charlie Bowater. I always tell my editor that I spend hours staring at the covers—and I’m not joking. I cried when I saw this one and An Enchantment of Raven’s for the first time. There are so many things I love about Sorcery of Thorns’ cover, but what stands out to me the most is what a great job Charlie did making the heroine, Elisabeth, look physically strong. Elisabeth is tall (taller than her love interest!) and can really hit stuff with that sword. In an environment where there is often pressure to make YA heroines look delicate on book covers, this strikes me as something special.

Thank you forever and always, Charlie!

I’M SO EXCITED!

Sorcery of Thorns

marrogerson:

Hello all—

I’m now able to share that my second book is titled Sorcery of Thorns. It’s set to be published in May 2019, and is another YA fantasy unrelated to An Enchantment of Ravens. (For those of you who thought Enchantment was too short, you may be pleased to hear that Sorcery is substantially longer.)

While Sorcery’s premise isn’t technically a secret—there will be a preview in Enchantment’s paperback when it comes out later this month—I’m a little shy about revealing more before the official announcement. For now, the main character is a 6′3 battle librarian named Elisabeth Scrivener, and it’s about magical libraries that contain sentient grimoires who occasionally turn into monsters (which is why battle librarians exist in this setting). Here’s an excerpt:

These weren’t ordinary books the Great Library kept. They whispered on the shelves and shuddered beneath iron chains. Some spat ink and threw tantrums; others sang to themselves in high, clear notes on windless nights, when starlight streamed through the library’s barred windows like shafts of mercury. Others still were so dangerous they had to be stored in the underground vault, packed in salt.

I can’t put to words how excited I am about this book. If you happen to be an Instagram type, there’s a photo of my excited flesh visage holding the title here: https://www.instagram.com/p/BnR0oS3FzVN/

Can’t wait!!