Escape to a world where soup sings and bread walks in *The Soup That Sang to the Stars*, a whimsical culinary adventure by Madeline Guzman. Sixteen-year-old Liryn Kroft dreams of escaping Soup Dim, a land perpetually shrouded in flavorless fog and ruled by the tyrannical Chef Bartholomew. Her monotonous existence of bland gruel takes a dramatic turn when a forgotten ladle hums to life, tearing open a portal to the Potluck Realms—a vibrant multiverse where rivers of molten cheese flow and spun-sugar castles perch atop whipped cream peaks.
Whisked away to Crustoria, a land of volcanic bread ovens, Liryn encounters Garlo, a sentient baguette with a dry wit and a dire warning: the Great Blandening, a force of flavorlessness, threatens to consume the Realms. Their only hope lies in finding the scattered shards of the Recipe of Resonance, a mythical dish said to harmonize the flavors of existence.
Armed with the singing ladle and accompanied by a cast of unforgettable characters, including a fiery spice merchant and a stoic beekeeper, Liryn embarks on a perilous quest. She'll brave noodle storms in the Pasta Plains, outwit the Gingerbread Gang in the crumbling Cookie Crumbles, and confront the Sour Sorceress in the chilling Pickle Fjord. With each realm she explores, Liryn’s palate awakens, and the timid kitchen apprentice transforms into a resourceful chef, wielding the magic of flavor against the encroaching blandness.
But the singing ladle holds a secret, a hidden purpose tied to the ancient prophecy of the Blandening. As Liryn nears the final ingredient, a forgotten realm shrouded in mist, she must face the Bland Wraith, a creature of pure flavorlessness and the ultimate test of her culinary skill. The fate of the Potluck Realms rests on Liryn's ability to not only master the art of flavor but also to rekindle the Wraith’s lost passion for food, a sacrifice that could cost her everything. Can Liryn compose the Soup That Sang to the Stars and save a multiverse from tasteless oblivion? Or will the blandness consume all, leaving only a silent echo of what once was?