Review: Littlefield Chronicles: The Gift



Transformed by a primitive magic beyond a civilized man’s understanding, I was given a horrible gift that no man should possess… It held me, twisted me, turning me at its bidding. I was enslaved by its power, compelled to devour the souls of the dead until I became the monster of my fears. I have seen things I wish never to see again. I have done things of which I wish never to speak. Yet I must if I am to find the answers to fulfill my hope. I have walked upon blue ribbons of molten stone to peer into the depth of a man’s soul. I watched as a promise made at birth brought my friend Enon to sacrifice everything to become whole again – all in an effort to save the life of his child. I have cried without shame for the loss of all I hold dear and for fear that the future will hold more than I can bear. I am Tucker Littlefield. Know all that I say now is true-spoken.

Review of Littlefield Chronicles: The Gift by Tegon Maus

 By: Maryann Gross 

 The Gift was an engaging read. Although I was confused in the beginning since the author just throws the reader into the lives of the characters, the Tolkienesque quality of the book captures the imagination. The story takes place in a land where magic and alternate species and races live. Bigotry and prejudice abound and Tucker and Enon band together unwillingly when Tucker becomes Enon’s soul bearer. They go on a quest to save the King’s niece and along the way meet new friends, fall in love and fight epic battles. The battle scenes were especially engaging and I found myself speed reading through them to see how they end. The love story between Tucker and the Governess Eloise was very funny and touching. It’s not just men saving the day, there are plenty of strong women characters, both good and evil. Every hero needs to have a flaw and Tucker has several, which he freely admits to. However, his fear of the dark is what makes him real. He insists on sleeping with a candle lit and that is mistaken for a signal which gets him into the whole mess. He does not overcome his fear but manages to push through it in order to help save the child and his friends. Overall, this was a very entertaining tale of good versus evil.

Author Biography


Tegon Maus

I was raised pretty much the same as everyone else… devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn’t friendly, I just wasn’t “people orientated”. Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.

The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can’t remember what it was about… something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.

It wasn’t a deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. “Be as detailed as you can,” we were told.

I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it’s making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn’t be sure if it were true or not. If I can make people think “it could happen,” even for a moment, then I have them and nothing makes me happier. When I write, I always write with the effort of “it could happen” very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.


Maryann Gross holds a BA in English Literature.  She will read just about anything that is well written and engaging. For more information about Maryann or to request a review, please visit


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