It’s Live!! Cover Reveal and Excerpt: Winter, White and Wicked by Shannon Dittemore + Giveaway (US Only)
Today we're excited to celebrate the cover reveal for
Winter, White and Wicked by Shannon Dittemore,
releasing 10/13/2020 from Abrams / Amulet!
Before we get to the cover and excerpt, here's a note from the author:
Hello readers! I’m so excited to be partnering with YABC to reveal the cover of my upcoming release WINTER, WHITE AND WICKED. My publisher did such a fantastic job and, I swear, the artist, Ruben Ireland, pulled this image of Sylvi right out of my head.
Along with the cover, I’m excited to share a short excerpt with you today. I hope it sparks your curiosity and has you excited about the adventure that awaits out on the frozen road. Buckle up, friends!
Here it is!
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WINTER, WHITE AND WICKED
Release date: 10/13/2020
About the Book
WINTER, WHITE AND WICKED
Mad Max: Fury Road meets Frozen in this striking YA fantasy about a rig driver’s journey to save her friend
Twice-orphaned Sylvi has chipped out a niche for herself on Layce, an island cursed by eternal winter. Alone in her truck, she takes comfort in two things: the solitude of the roads and the favor of Winter, an icy spirit who has protected her since she was a child. But when her best friend, Lenore, runs off with the rebels, she finds herself making a haul too late in the season for a smuggler whom she wouldn’t normally work with, the infamous Mars Dresden. Alongside his team—Hyla, a giant warrior woman, and Kyn, a boy with skin like stone—Sylvi will do whatever it takes to save her friend. But when the time comes, she’ll have to choose: safety, anonymity, and the favor of Winter—or the future of the island that she calls home.
Excerpt from WINTER, WHITE AND WICKED
Winter doesn’t like the smuggler who’s come to Whistletop. She doesn’t trust him, doesn’t want me to take this job.
He’s a liar, she says.
“Then you should have stopped him. Should have kept him away from Lenore,” I mutter.
But she’s not listening to me just now. She’s too busy blustering.
I swipe a gloved hand over my face, wiping away the sleet. Across the lot sits Drypp’s tavern, alive with light and noise. It’s a two-level structure, part waste rock, part timber, snow piled high on the roof, wood smoke rising from the chimney. There’s a diverse assortment of rigs parked outside tonight. Big trucks and small ones. Some with studded snow tires. Some with chains. A few have trailers still hitched, but most have dumped their hauls and are settling in for a hibernation of sorts that will take them clean through the wet season.
Our rooms are above the kitchen, Lenore’s and mine. Her windows are bright, a flame flickering somewhere inside. A curtain shifts and, for a moment, I swear she’s there behind the glass.
But they’re frauds, those windows. Lenore’s gone. And if I can’t get her back quickly, we’ll lose everything we have.
We’re not sisters, but we well could be. Raised, both of us, by Lenore’s grandfather, Old Man Drypp. The tavern was his and the garage behind me too. He’d kept up his taxable relations with the Majority, so when he died two Rymes back, they allowed the property to pass to us. A small victory for mountain folk. But there are rules. And we have to be here. One of us has to be here.
The storm bucks and, like that, the village vanishes in a swirl of snow and ice. I tuck my white braid into my stocking cap and sink deeper into my hood.
Whistletop is a depot of sorts—a last-chance stop for a hot meal and an engine check before the trucking turns hazardous. Winter’s only given us the two seasons here: the freezing months of Ryme, and the miserable wet months of Blys. Rig driving in the Kol Mountains is difficult in either season, but we’re entering the Flux, the melting weeks where the ice and snow give way to rain. The frozen roads that have formed across lakes and rivers will thaw. Snow slips from its rocky ledges in great wide sheets, blanketing towns and roads, making trade—and trucking, in particular—a hazardous way to earn coin until Ryme returns and our island freezes solid once again.
I wouldn’t take this job unless I had to.
Winter knows I wouldn’t. And still she rages.
Her words are everywhere. Above me, below me, seeping into the soles of my boots and climbing up my calves. She’s cold on my skin and blistering as a stove fire in my chest. That’s how it always is when Winter speaks to me.
He’s coming, she says. Careful now.
Mars Dresden’s early. It’s not yet midnight when he emerges from the tavern and crosses toward the garage. Several feet of snow have fallen in the last day and a half, but beneath his boots, the ground is dry; the storm that blows the rest of us sideways is nothing but a soft breeze on his uncovered head.
No wonder Winter hates him.
Beyond him, swamped in snow and wind, I see the outline of two or three others. I could wait out here for them, but I don’t. I retreat into the garage, hollering at the guys finishing up repairs, and take my place in front of my rig.
When Mars sweeps through the garage doors, there’s not a flake of snow on him, and his black leather coat has its zipper undone. Around his neck hangs a small medicine bag—dark leather ribbon and a beaded pouch that rests against his sternum. My childhood tutor had one that looked similar. I never did find out what she carried inside it.
The smuggler’s flanked by a short, stocky man and a woman who stands taller than both of them. Hyla, she calls herself. She’s unmistakably Paradyian, with golden skin and eyes, and a thick mane of hair that hangs in long curls over the shoulders of her red jacket. She lifts the goggles from her nose and perches them atop her head, her eyes narrowed. She doesn’t like me much, not after I turned down the job she offered, but my fight is with her boss—a man I know only by reputation.
Mars Dresden’s black eyes are legendary in the Kol Mountains. A village boy said he paid a Shiv warlock to cut them out and replace them with kol from the rock beneath our feet, but whoever started that rumor hasn’t seen him from as close a distance as this. It’s not stone buried in his face. The black orbs—no white to speak of and not a hint of color—are clearly natural. He was born this way. He’s Kerce through and through.
“Miss Quine,” he says. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
About the Author
Shannon Dittemore is an author, speaker, and contributor to the blog Go Teen Writers. When she’s not working on her next novel, she’s introducing students to the craft of writing and the publishing industry. She lives in Northern California with her husband, their two children, and a husky named Leonidas. Follow her online at shannondittemore.com.
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I love the book cover. It gives off a cold vibe and the character on the cover looks really cool. I love her white hair and how the blue color on her face fades out. The synopsis sounds intriguing and from it I think I will like the world that is made.
What a gorgeous cover! It’s both mysterious and fantastic! This sounds like a story that will take readers on an interesting adventure!
I am a person and buys 90% of the books I read by the cover alone. This would immediately draw me in. Ohmigoodness, it’s stunning!!! Then after reading the premise, I’m hooked! I’m so happy Nadine Brandes talked about this book because it was put on my radar. I’m so, so, SO excited for it now!!
The cover is stunning! It definitely gives off a feeling of “raw...frigid..and vigorous”! Thank you for the opportunity to win an arc of Winter, White and Wicked. I’d be delighted to read it and leave an honest review on Goodreads and my Bookstagram page.
I'm sooo excited for this!! The cover is gorgeous and so atmospheric!! The synopsis and excerpt only make me more excited!! I wish I could read it right now!! I'm especially intrigued by the spirit Winter!! Is it October already?!
Love this book's cover. I also love the synopsis. I'm sorry excited to see and read a book where the main character is a truck driver and who's life is centered around that world.
My dad was a truck driver all of my life and had been one before I was born. I'm used to that world and loved being in it. I had thought about writing a book myself and setting the main character as a truck driver. I didn't think anyone would want to read it however so I didn't.
Now I've discovered that there is an adult series called Zombie Road where the MMC is a truck driver and this YA one. I'm so glad that characters are truck drivers now. Look forward to reading this novel.
FYI I might write my novel now and if I do it will be more sci-fi set in a world like Blade Runner or The Matrix.
Just one thing did the books author know a truck driver too.