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Current ELANews - Writing
ELANews reports to the community on our own activities. Here you will find information on ELAN's upcoming events, programs for artists, partnerships with other organizations, as well as information on arts-funding advocacy work and important policy developments.
Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators
Thu 05 Sep, 2013 - ELAN Classifieds
Let's prove that this quote by Stephen Fry is true. I'm currently building a bookshelfie (picture one takes of oneself in front of a bookhelf) gallery and am looking for people to submit their pictures to show the world that books are still alive and lovec (see the gallery here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/100792925@N03/.)
In exchange for your picture, I will glady link back to or showcase your work on my social media (my facebook page has an average reach of 500/people/week).
If you'd like to join in on the fun, send your bookshelfie to email@example.com. Include your first name and location as well.
Thank you very much!
540 sq ft St Henri artist studio available Aug 1 for $500/m
Mon 18 Jul, 2016 - ELAN Classifieds
N.B.: This studio is not suitable for loud band practices.
Bright private unfurnished artist studio to rent for August 1st.
It is one floor above street level and has four windows facing north.
The rent is $500 / month + remainder of annual municipal taxes 2016 ($114)
This studio has a long history with Montreal artists including Tom Hopkins and Guido Molinari.
The studio is 540 sq ft studio with 11' high ceiling and wooden floors.
It is a five-minute walk from the orange line Place Saint Henri metro.
There is access to washroom, sink and freight elevator on the same floor in this 4-storey, former factory complex.
(Pics are with current tenant's things in them, these will be gone by Aug 1)
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540 sq ft St Henri artist studio available Aug 1 for $500/m
Tue 14 Jun, 2016 - ELAN Classifieds
N.B.: This studio is not suitable for loud band practices.
Bright private unfurnished artist studio to rent for August 1st.
It is one floor above street level and has four windows facing north.
The rent is $500 / month + remainder of annual municipal taxes 2016 ($114)
This studio has a long history with Montreal artists including Tom Hopkins and Guido Molinari.
The studio is 540 sq ft studio with 11' high ceiling and wooden floors.
It is a five-minute walk from the orange line Place Saint Henri metro.
There is access to washroom, sink and freight elevator on the same floor in this 4-storey, former factory complex.
(Pics are with current tenant's things in them, these will be gone by Aug 1)
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Canadian Writing, Wine and Other Potent Potables: Call for Submissions
Mon 27 Jun, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
Call for Submissions: Canadian Writing, Wine and Other Potent Potables
Food makes regular appearances in Canadian writing. It's how characters get fed, else they'd starve. But what do they drink? What of those potent potables that precede, accompany and follow the meal, or in some cases serve as meals?
Co-editors Alexia Moyer, Giulia De Gasperi and Licia Canton are accepting submissions for a volume that speaks to the function of drink, be it physical or figurative, in a Canadian setting or from a Canadian-centered perspective.
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AELAQ Hiring Executive Director
Wed 22 Jun, 2016 - Job Opportunities
The Association of English-language Publishers seeks a well-organized Executive Director with strong people skills. The Executive Director is responsible for establishing and executing major goals and objectives for the organization as created and approved by The Board. Responsibilities include member services, website updates, relations with government funding bodies, bookkeeping (Simply Accounting), corporate governance, office administration, and co-ordination of a major publication.
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Tue 21 Jun, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
Vallum is accepting original and previously unpublished poetry submissions for the Vallum Award for Poetry 2016. This year's contest judge is award-winning poet, Jeramy Dodds!
$25 CDN for Canadian residents, $25 USD for US and international entrants, which includes a free one-year subscription* to Vallum. Payment can be made by cheque (payable to "Vallum") or through our online store hosted by PayPal.
*Please note that international entrants will receive a one-year digital subscription only.
*All entrants will be signed up to receive Vallum E-News! You may unsubscribe at any time.
Arts Alive! Québec: Multi-region Arts Festival Returns for 2nd Summer
Wed 15 Jun, 2016 - News
ELAN presents Arts Alive! Québec
Where Quebec arts and culture comes alive from June to September!
For Arts Alive! Québec, six Quebec regions band together to create an exciting summer festival series. Take advantage of the season – enjoy day trips to pretty Quebec towns or local area artists
MONTREAL, June 2016 –The English Language Arts Network (ELAN) celebrates the return ofArts Alive! Québec. Between June and September, Hudson, Quebec City, Huntingdon, Knowlton, Wakefieldand Montreal's West Island, will host weekend celebrations of Quebec arts and culture. Some communities focus around a main venue and its environs; others transform the entire town. Programming is highly individual, reflecting local tastes, arts and cultures. There's something different to experience and taste at each region's event, from local artists and visiting headliners to puppet shows, literary activities, contemporary dance, theatre performances, visual arts, chamber music, film, and even a Celtic party! On offer are indoor and outdoor events for all ages, including hands-on creative activities led by musicians, theatre professionals, dancers, filmmakers, and craftspeople. Through the universal language of art, Arts Alive! Québec's inclusive, family-friendly atmosphere builds bridges between English-speaking and French-speaking communities. Many free events.
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The Violet Hour
Start Date:
Thu 09 Jun, 2016
Community Events
End Date: Thu 09 Jun, 2016
June 9, 2016 - BAR STOCK IN THE GAY VILLAGE - 7 pm
As night descends upon Montreal's gay village, queer Canadian writers and performers will gather for the latest in a series of public readings and performances of original work at Stock Bar – a strip club on Ste. Catherine Street East.
On the roster: readings by Will Aitken, Shelagh Plunkett, Karen Molson, Melanie Mitzner, Bill Zaget and Carolyn Boll, with a special performance by Woodpigeon, a.k.a. Mark Andrew Hamilton. The event is hosted by Christopher DiRaddo.
Free (18+)
Montreal Creator Exchange
Start Date:
Mon 06 Jun, 2016
Community Events
End Date: Mon 06 Jun, 2016
The Playwrights Guild of Canada is offering a "Montreal Creator Exchange".
The Creator Exchange is a free artist networking event that brings 10 playwrights and 10 directors together to find new working relationships and shared opportunities.
In partnership with the Festival TransAmériques.
June 6, 1-3pm
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Write-On Q! Script Writing Competition
Fri 03 Jun, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
Every year Infinithéâtre looks for innovative, challenging and exciting new works by Québec playwrights. A jury of professionals chooses the winner of the Pam Dunn Prize ($3,000) from plays submitted before the September 6th deadline.
The winning script, as well as two or three additional plays, comprise the line-up of the annual reading series, The Pipeline, an animated weekend of free public play readings. Infinithéâtre takes its cue from the audience at talkbacks following each event, an open forum with the playwrights and actors that provides valuable feedback for future programming and script rewrites.
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Vallum Award for Poetry 2016
Tue 10 May, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
Vallum Poetry Contest 2016 - SUBMIT!
Vallum is accepting original and previously unpublished poetry submissions for the Vallum Award for Poetry 2016. This year's contest judge is award-winning poet, Jeramy Dodds!
$25 CDN for Canadian residents, $25 USD for US and international entrants, which includes a free one-year subscription* to Vallum. Payment can be made by cheque (payable to "Vallum") or through our online store hosted by PayPal.
*Please note that international entrants will receive a one-year digital subscription only.
*All entrants will be signed up to receive Vallum E-News! You may unsubscribe at any time.
1. Submit up to 1-3 poems of maximum 60 lines each. Do not label your poems with your name or address; instead include a cover letter with all pertinent information. Please also specify how you heard about the contest.
2. Poems may be on any theme or subject, but must be original and not previously published.
3. 1st prize is $750, 2nd $250. Both 1st and 2nd prize-winning poems will be published in Vallum Magazine and on Vallum's website. Honourable Mentions may be selected and published but are not eligible for cash prizes.
Please write your name, contact information, each poem's title, and how you heard about the contest in the body of the email. Include your poems in an attachment, without any identification. The contest is judged blind. Also write "VALLUM AWARD" in subject line of your email. Your contact information and poem titles must be clearly delineated.
If mailing your entry, please send it to:
Vallum Contest
5038 Sherbrooke West
PO BOX 23077 CP Vendome
Montreal, QC H4A 1T0
New Book on Montreal Businessman and China
Tue 19 Apr, 2016 - Member News
Gina Roitman is launching a new book: "Midway to China and Beyond, the life of Montreal businessman" by Gary Bromberg as told to Gina Roitman.
His recollections of childhood, his first foray into his father's business, coming of age as the owner of Midway Industries, and his pioneering adventures in building business with China, a memoir of a man who learned how to adapt.
Books will be for sale pre-launch at the 2016 Authors for Indies event at Paragraphe Bookstore on April 30th, where Gina will be present from 12-4pm.
For more information on the Authors for Indies event, check the facebook event.Read full...
alpha bones candy BOOK LAUNCH
Start Date:
Tue 19 Apr, 2016
Artistic Events
End Date: Tue 19 Apr, 2016
Lp Camozzi here announcing the official April 19 launch of my 3rd children's picture book entitled alpha bones candy. A humorous tanka poetry version of an ABC picture book illustrated by my son. 64 page B&W book with illustrations that can be coloured and has objects to find for each letter. Printed in Montreal.
Would love to see you at our launch at Georges Laoun Opticien beside Montreal Museum of Fine Art at 1380 rue Sherbrooke W. 5-630 pm. Tuesday April 19.
You can preview the book at my website www.lpcamozzi.com and rsvp me there or here via email please. email@example.com full...
Call for Titles - Issue #50, Summer 2016
Thu 31 Mar, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
Our spring 2016 issue came out March 18, and the time has come to turn our attention to preparing the summer issue. We're currently looking for new publications to consider for issue #50 of the Montreal Review of Books. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, graphic novels, criticism, children's & YA, etc are all welcome – we invite you to submit any style of literature.Read full...
In-School Creative Residencies for Professional Artists
Wed 13 Apr, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
Apply for the In-School Creative Residencies for Professional Artists, part of the Cree School Board's Arts Concentration Program Mikw Chiyâm, taking place in the 2016-2017 School Year.
Mikw Chiyâm is an interdisciplinary enrichment program that aims to increase student retention by reinforcing Cree identity through artistic expression. Our aspiration for the program is to inspire youth by creating contexts for students to collaborate with professional Canadian Indigenous and non-Indigenous artists. Four intensive five-week creative residencies will be offered in schools during the academic year. This program is projected to take place in three CSB high schools in Northern Quebec for the 2016/17 school year.
Program and application details can be found on our website at http://mikwchiyam.com.Read full...
Group Coaching for Artists
Wed 16 Mar, 2016 - Workshops
Group Coaching for Artists
Thursday mornings: April 7 (Repeats April 21)
Hosted and moderated by the YES Artists' Coach, this informal, open coaching block is available on a first-come, first-served basis and encourages the exchange of ideas, information, resources and strategies between peers working towards careers in the arts and/or in arts-entrepreneurship. Group maximum is 8 participants. Participants are required to have opened a client file at YES for these coaching.
Girls Action Foundation - Young Racialized Women Anthology
Wed 06 Apr, 2016 - Calls for Submissions
The Girls Action Racialized Working Group is seeking contributors for its young racialized women's anthology!
The Girls Action Racialized Working Group is a group that works around issues pertaining to racialized girls' and young women's lives. The group is made up of women working in girls and youth-serving organizations from all across Canada.
The working group would like to produce a publication about young racialized women's lives. This publication will consist of an anthology: a collection of works including written stories, artwork, photos (or photo essays), letters, or any other piece!Read full...
ELAN is hiring a Membership and Communications Assistant
Wed 06 Apr, 2016 - Job Opportunities
Job Posting: Membership and Communications Assistant
Duration: 13 weeks
Wage: 12.50 per hour, 35 hours per week
Start and End Dates: Candidate must be available to work for 13 consecutive weeks between May 9 - August 26, 2016. Preferred start date of May 30.
Language(s) of work: Intermediate to excellent oral and written English and basic (working knowledge of) oral and written French
Location: Montreal, Quebec
Job Description
The English-Language Arts Network is a non-profit organization devoted to helping Quebec's English-language artists make connections with one another, with their francophone colleagues, and with their audiences in Quebec, Canada and internationally.
ELAN is searching for a Membership and Communications Assistant for a thirteen-week period. This position will provide valuable experience for candidates considering a career in arts and cultural administration, marketing, and communications, especially in the not-for-profit sector. The Membership and Communications Assistant will have three principal duties:Read full...
Jump-Start Your Art & Financing Options
Wed 16 Mar, 2016 - Workshops
Jump-Start Your Art & Financing Options
Cost : FREE ($2 for handouts)
Monday, April 4, 2016 (1:30PM-3:30PM)
(Repeats April 25)
Are you an artist seeking to make a living from your creativity and talent, but don't know how? This orientation session outlines the support services available to artists through YES and other arts organizations, and touches upon key things to consider when building a career or business in the arts.
Monique Polak launches her latest 3 books (2 events)
Start Date:
Sun 03 Apr, 2016
Artistic Events
End Date: Sun 17 Apr, 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2-4 PM: Monique Polak launches her first non-fiction book for young readers Passover: Festival of Freedom (Orca Book Publishers) at the Montreal Holocaust Memorial Centre, 5151 Cote Ste. Catherine Street. Guests are invited for a free self-guided tour of the Holocaust Centre prior to the launch. Please arrive at 1 PM and let the admissions desk know you are there for the Passover launch. A portion of book sales will be donated to the Montreal Holocaust Memorial Centre. RSVP by emailing firstname.lastname@example.com
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Why Being a Photographer Is (Probably) the Best Job in the World
I'm a photographer because my life is filled with hot models all day, every day, right? No, but really, photography, as a career, should not be taken for granted. Let's be honest, we're hardly saving lives here, and we should be very grateful that we can make a career of essentially taking pictures. That's not to say it isn't hard work or a lot of responsibility, because it is. I just know I'm feel very lucky to be making a living from what I love doing most. And there's so many reasons why it has to be the best job in the world.

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The Goodness of the Law
Matthew Henry reveals one of the lawful uses of the Torah when he says that "the law is still very useful as a rule of life." Paul will point us to the Law as a guide to ethical behavior (Eph. ...Read More
What Really Counts
Martin Luther writes, "They are the Israel of God who with faithful Abraham believe the promises of God offered already in Christ, whether they are Jews or Gentiles." God's people Israel are not defined by ethnicity but by faith and ...Read More
Not Under the Law
John Calvin comments, "If we would obey the Spirit, we must labor, and fight, and apply our utmost energy; and we must begin with self-denial." Walking by the Holy Spirit is the denial of the self and one's fleshly desires ...Read More
Walking by the Spirit
John Calvin comments, "If we would obey the Spirit, we must labor, and fight, and apply our utmost energy; and we must begin with self-denial." Walking by the Holy Spirit is the denial of the self and one's fleshly desires ...Read More
Fulfilling the Law
Martin Luther says the love that fulfills the Law is "to instruct him who goes astray, to comfort him that is afflicted, to raise up him that is weak, to help your neighbor by all means possible, to bear with ...Read More
The Revealer
All of us have asked the question: What is God's will for my life? This query is usually posed when we are selecting a vocation or spouse. Specific answers to these questions for each individual are not given in Scripture, ...Read More
The Restrainer
John Calvin says that those who obey our Father's law only out of fear of punishment "are neither better nor more righteous before God" (Institutes, 2.7.10). Only Christians are able to please the Lord in the doing of His Law ...Read More
Against the Law
Perhaps it is better to say that new covenant believers ought never consider the Mosaic law alone. That is, we must view it through the lens of the "law of Christ" (Gal. 6:2). Jesus, when asked about the greatest commandment ...Read More
The Goal of the Law
Jesus Christ is the only one with the inherent right to be called the Son of God. In Him, however, we are adopted as children of God, and receive all the benefits that come with that status. May we take ...Read More
The Law as Guardian
Paul's main point in Galatians 3:23–26 is to explain the Law's role in salvation history, but the pattern of preaching in the New Testament indicates that God's law must play a similar role in our individual lives. Whether we are ...Read More


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Music and Art in the Foothills 2016—2017 Season Kickoff
This project is made possible in
part by New Mexico Arts, a
division of the Department of
Cultural Affairs, and
the National Endowment for the
All concerts are held at
Las Placitas Presbyterian Church
Highway 165, Placitas NM
Visual Arts Reception - 2 pm
Concert Begins - 3 pm
Help Support PAS.
Make a tax-deductible
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Dear Friends of the Arts,
Thank you for your support to our 29th Season of fine art and music in the foothills of the Sandias. We
are announcing the opening our 30th Season with an exciting pair of season kickoff events lined up for
the afternoon and evening of
Sunday, August 14, 2016
. Our 30th Season of visual arts receptions
and music concerts begins on September 18, 2016.
The signature kickoff event,
"Stepping Out with Slatkin & McTee",
will feature Internationally
Acclaimed & Grammy-Winning Conductor
Leonard Slatkin
and Award-Winning American Composer
Cindy McTee.
Tickets for these One-of-a-Kind events are available online at our
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Welcome to our 30th Season!
Stepping Out with
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The Summoning God (Anasazi Mysteries Series #2)by Kathleen O'Neal Gear, W. Michael Gear, W. Gear
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The Summoning God is more than a superb murder mystery, it is a psych- ological thriller with blockbuster action, romance and suspense, and best of all a dynamic plot that will have you holding your breath waiting for the nest step down the dark labyrinth of their serial murderers mind. When world-renowned Canadian Physical Anthropologist, Dr. Maureen Cole, is
The Summoning God is more than a superb murder mystery, it is a psych- ological thriller with blockbuster action, romance and suspense, and best of all a dynamic plot that will have you holding your breath waiting for the nest step down the dark labyrinth of their serial murderers mind. When world-renowned Canadian Physical Anthropologist, Dr. Maureen Cole, is called to the United States to analyze burials found in an ancient subterranean ceremonial chamber, she is stunned to discover the burned bodies of thirty-three children and two adults. The children were burned in the flesh, meaning they were alive when the fire started, but was the fire an accident or deliberately set? The scattered, mutilated remains of the adults give Maureen her first clue. In order to solve the mystery she must work with American archaeologist William Dusty Stewart. Theyve worked on two archaeological projects in the past and get along like a mongoose and a cobra. Now they must work together to discover the dark and terrible secret of an ancient people. The Gears seamlessly weave together modern archaeology and ancient history. Like all of their books, The Summoning God is based on real archaeological sitessites that tell a terrifying story of North America eight hundred years ago. Breathtaking descriptions evoke the harsh beauty of the desert, while the lucid, erudite historical perspectives are informed by the authors own extensive archeological experience.
Editorial Reviews
"At heart a murder mystery. All questions are answered, but the evil remains. After twenty-six novels, the Gears know how to leave themselves enough rope for another volume." Kirkus Reviews on The Summoning God
"Breathtaking descriptions evoke the harsh beauty of the desert, while the lucid, erudite historical perspectives are informed by the authors' own extensive archaeological experience." Publishers Weekly on The Visitant
Product Details
- 9780312865320
- Publisher:
- Tom Doherty Associates
- Publication date:
- 07/01/1900
- Series:
- Anasazi Mysteries Series, #2
- Edition description:
- First Edition
- Pages:
- 352
- Product dimensions:
- 6.38(w) x 9.72(h) x 1.29(d)
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Sun Cycle of the Great Horned Owl The Falling River Moon
I lie still in the brush, barely breathing, listening to their whispers. Pine needles crackle. Clothing rustles.
They each have their own way of walking, one a little faster, another very slow. The leader has wide shoulders that hiss against the brush. There are four of them. But the last in line, the female, is the most dangerous. She is as silent as mist.
I ease my head from the ground, and my nostrils tremble, smelling them. A growl tightens my throat, but I don't let it out. Scents of woodsmoke, urine, and old blood cling to their clothing.
After they pass, I raise myself on all fours and peer through the weave of brushthey resemble ghosts, gray and floating. Muscles bulge on their heavy bodies. A lot of meat.
I creep out of the brush and trot behind them for twenty breaths, until they stop to look out over the rugged canyon.
Then my fingers reach for a limb, and I climb at the speed of a pine marten, silently swinging from branch to branch, until I can crouch on a limb overlooking the warriors.
I lift my nose to the wind again, but I can't smell them; the scent of pine resin is too strong.
They hiss to each other, their voices like coiled snakes, then they spread out, hiding behind trees as they work their way toward the village.
I slip over the branch's edge and hang by one arm, watching, listening. Satisfied that there are no others coming, I let go and silently fall onto the trail. Pine duff rises beneath my feet.
I scamper forward into the closest shadows. And wait.
Browser, War Chief of the Katsinas' People, braced his back against the dark smoke-colored trunk of an enormous pine and listened tothe faint echo of his warriors' footfalls. The scent of their sweat drifted through the trees, dank, filled with fear.
Browser got down on his belly and crawled the rest of the way to the canyon's edge. One thousand hands below, water splashed over rocks, and shafts of moonlight danced along the eroded cliffs like leaping ghosts. His fist tightened around his war club.
Silver owl eyes sparkled on the ledges of the massive sandstone cliff across the canyon, and he could hear their faraway hoots as the owls called to each other.
To his right, jumbled boulders stood like dark giants, their tops smoothed and rounded by a thousand summers of thunderstorms. Aspen village sat to his left, tucked into the cliff wall. Two stories tall, with forty chambers, the huge scooped-out hollow in the cliff dwarfed the village.
Freshly painted images covered the village walls. The katsinas had not been there three days ago when he and his war party left to scout the canyon rim. Now they appeared to be the only thing alive. The katsinas had human bodies but animal heads; unearthly smiles curled their fanged muzzles and jet black beaks.
Browser slid closer to the edge. Baskets of corn sat around the plaza. A deerhide lay staked out on the ground, drying. Two looms with half-finished blankets leaned against the wall. There were no dogs. No torches.
He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand as he thought. Had Matron Eagle Hunter become frightened and ordered her people to abandon the village? The matron was the village decision maker, the leader of the clan. Perhaps she had seen or heard something and believed that they had no choice but to leave.
Five days ago, a Trader named Old Pigeontail had come to tell Browser that warriors calling themselves the Flute Player Believers had been seen massing in the forests near Aspen village. The Flute Player was a very old god, a Creator deity. The "Believers" said his music had conjured the world from black emptiness. Matron Eagle Hunter had feared her village was about to be attacked by the Flute Player warriors. Flame Carrier, the Matron of the Katsinas' People, had ordered Browser to help them. He and Catkin, his deputy, had run for two days straight to get here. They'd stumbled into Aspen village, exhausted and starving, and found most of the inhabitants in their beds, desperately ill with the coughing sickness.
But he heard no coughing tonight. No crying children.
Browser had left eight healthy warriors to guard the village and formed two scouting parties from the remainder. His own consisted of four warriors, and the other party, led by War Chief Running Elk, had five men.
Browser had seen nothing that would signal enemy camps, no fires sparkling along the rim, no shadows of men moving about in the moonlight.
His gut knotted.
Many villages had converted to the Katsina faith in the last sun cycle, including Aspen village. Browser looked down at the great kiva in the village plaza. The kiva, a circular ceremonial chamber dug into the ground about twenty hands deep, was not a place of this world. It existed outside of human time. The kiva was a womb of Beginning Timethe moments before the First People climbed up through the underworlds to reach this world of Father Sun's light. The architectural levels in the kivathe floor, the bench, the roofrepresented the three cave worlds through which the First People had climbed. Each time a person climbed up out of the kiva, he was reliving the sacred journey, moving from darkness to light, killing the child of darkness that lived inside him, and being reborn as a gleaming creature of brilliance.
Is that why Aspen village had been attacked?
Just last moon, Matron Eagle Hunter had ordered her people to replaster and repaint the great kiva. They had covered up the old images of the Flute Player and the gods of his time, and in their places painted enormous, magnificent katsinas.
The katsinas had always existed, but they'd first shown themselves to a human about one hundred sun cycles ago. The great priest, Sternlight, had seen the Wolf Katsina Dancing down from the clouds, using the raindrops as stepping stones. The Wolf Katsina's thunderous growl had called lightning from the clouds, and as the bolts flashed across the sky, the glorious faces of all the other katsinas had been revealed to Sternlight.
As the Katsina faith spread, the devotees of the old gods grew more and more angry. Three moons ago, Browser had heard a Flute Player Believer whisper that the Katsinas' People were witches. He said they changed themselves into animals by jumping through enchanted yucca hoops and loped through the darkness breathing evil,witching others to make them pledge themselves to their wicked half-animal gods. Every time something went wrong, if the rains didn't come or the spring was too cold for planting, the Flute Player Believers blamed the Katsinas' People for witchery.
Catkin, Walker, and Bole crawled up behind him. They kept their heads down, but their eyes flashed when they gazed at Browser.
Over his shoulder, he whispered, "Catkin?"
She slid forward. Moonlight gilded her beautiful oval face and turned-up nose. Her long black braid lay across her back like a glistening serpent. The fringes on her red leather shirt fluttered. When she looked at him, he could see the softness in her dark eyes. She had loved him for over a sun cyclethree hundred and sixty-five daysa love he had never been able to return the way she wished.
Catkin whispered, "How bad?"
"I don't see anyone."
"No one?"
He shook his head.
Catkin's face slackened. Very bad.
Walker and Bole muttered. They had wives, parents, children here. Their fears showed in the hard set of their jaws.
"Walker?" Browser called to the sixteen-summers-old youth lying next to Catkin. Shoulder-length black hair blew around his young face. A streak of soot cut a diagonal line across his right cheek.
He pulled himself forward on his elbows. "Yes, War Chief?"
"Catkin and I will go around to the eastern trail. Wait for my signal, then I want you and Bole to follow the western trail into the village. Take care. We know nothing yet. Your clan may have grown anxious and left, but that does not mean the village is empty. Do you understand?"
Walker wet his lips, and his eyes widened in fear. "Yes. I understand, War Chief."
Even if the villagers had fled, the people who'd frightened them might still be inside.
Browser nodded to Catkin and crawled away on his hands and knees. They rose in a small grove of junipers. The berry-laden branches filled the air with a sweet, tangy fragrance.
Browser examined the towering pines with painstaking care, making certain no one hid in the shadows. He'd thought he'd heard something earlier, a shishing, like fur brushing against branches.
His eyes narrowed. None of this made any sense. If the village had been attacked, they should already see evidence of it: belongings dropped when people tried to run, thrashed brush, overturned rocks, dead bodies. Warriors generally burned conquered villages. The scent of smoke should be acrid and strong.
Moonlight sheathed Catkin's large dark eyes and full lips. "I'm not sure that separating our forces was wise, Browser. If our enemies are inside"
"I doubt they are, Catkin. I just said that as a precaution. A warrior who secretes himself in a room is asking to be trapped there when the owners return. It is more likely we will find our enemies behind the trees and boulders on the trail. Or even up here in the forest. That is where I would hide."
Catkin did not blink. She gave him a stony look. "And I would be inside the village where I could shoot my bow from a protected position."
"Yes," Browser said with a nod, "but you are like Badger. Bold and confident that your claws are sharper than anyone else's. Most warriors, including me, are like Packrat. Always afraid. We have to know there is a back way out of our hole."
Catkin tilted her head and her dark eyes seemed to probe his souls. "Which type of warrior do you suppose is more dangerous, Browser?"
He shifted his weight to his other foot. They generally viewed the world differently, which made him value her opinions all the more. He was cautious, prudent, a War Chief. She thought like an assassin. Because of that, she had saved his life many times. And he hers.
"Let us hope that tonight I am right." Browser gestured for her to follow him through the forest.
A billowing flock of Cloud People gathered before the face of Sister Moon, and the night turned black and unnaturally silent. Browser's sandals crackled on the old pine and juniper needles that blanketed the forest floor. He stopped every three paces to listen. Wind Baby whistled in his ears, but Browser ignored him. The evil Spirit child often tricked people, blowing a warrior's scent to his enemy just before he could release his arrow, or singing through a bowstring at exactly the wrong instant.
Catkin stopped. Browser stopped.
Ten hands wide, the eastern trail to the village had been beaten to dust, but brush lined the way over the rim and down into the canyon.
He glanced up at Sister Moon. As the Cloud People drifted off to the south, the corner of her face appeared and silver light flooded the canyon. The trees and boulders gleamed.
At moments like this, cowardice always reared up and did a dance in his belly. What was he doing here?
Browser had joined the Katsinas' People four summers ago because his wife threatened to leave him and take their infant son away if he did not join. He hated the katsinas. They had been Ash Girl's gods, not his. But Ash Girl had been dead for nine moons, along with his precious son, Grass Moon. Why didn't he go home to his own people? Warfare raged across the country. Most of his clan had been driven out of the northern mountains and taken refuge with other clans in the desert regions to the south. They needed him.
Though I doubt they want me.
He had just passed his twenty-ninth summer, but he felt old. Old and afraid. The constant sun and wind had turned his skin as brown as old leather. White strands sparkled in his black hair. And by now his family would have heard that he'd killed his own wife.
Catkin eased up beside him and her face tensed. "Look." She pointed to a large boulder thirty paces ahead.
The painter had splashed white on the rock, then carefully filled the center with the black silhouette of a hunched beast.
"What is it?" he whispered.
"I can't tell."
Something about the image struck him as menacing. It didn't seem to be painted on the stone, but rather attached to it. Browser walked forward.
Behind him, he heard Catkin's steps, then she whispered, "Blessed Spirits."
Wisps of long gray hair clung to the mummy's desiccated scalp. She had been laid on her side at death, her knees lifted and elbows bent. She had dried in a fetal position with her skeletal hands curled beneath her chin. Long ago her eyes had rotted away, leaving dark empty sockets to stare up at them.
Catkin recoiled a step. "Look at her mouth." Stubby brown teeth filled her gaping jaws. "She must have screamed at the end."
Browser studied the rope that wrapped the mummy's waist and looped over the top of the boulder. "Someone hung her here for us to see."
"A warning not to take the trail down to the village?"
He looked out at the fallen trees and rocks that loomed in the darkness. "Perhaps, but a mummy is a poor substitute for freshly mutilated bodies."
Catkin glanced around, then stepped closer to look at the mummy. "Where do you think she came from?"
"Many of the dry caves in this region contain burials." He gestured to the dark hollows that pocked the cliffs on the opposite side of the canyon. "They could have stumbled upon her while sneaking up to get a better look at Aspen village."
"And carried her away?" Catkin scoffed. "I do not think so. War parties travel fast and light. She would have been a silly burden."
"Warriors are often silly, Catkin. They do unfathomable things when they are tired and hungry."
The quartzite cobble on the end of Catkin's war club lowered to the woman's right wrist. "Her arms were broken. It looks like she used them to block blows."
The bones had not mended correctly and stuck out like knobs on old limbs.
"But not blows from fists," he said. "Something that could snap bone. An ax or stone-headed club."
Catkin's war club moved to the mummy's head. "Her arms weren't the only things they struck."
The skull undulated like the surface of a rotten melon. The numerous small dents meant the woman's skull had been cracked by a master, a man who knew how to strike hard enough to injure, but not hard enough to kill.
"And look at this," Catkin said.
Browser knelt at Catkin's side and saw the tattoo. Black spirals decorated the mummy's chin. Three or maybe four. A cold sensation filtered through him. His grandmother and all of her people had proudly worn spirals on their chins. He did not know what the spirals stood for, but ... it seemed odd that this ancient corpse would carry the same symbol. Could she be one of his distant relatives?
Catkin whispered, "Isn't that the same"
"My great-uncle, Stone Ghost, has three black spirals on his chin. My grandmother had four. I don't know what it means."
His gaze landed on every human-shaped shadow on the trail below. Pine needles glimmered. Boulders wavered in the moonlight.Had someone expected him to be here? Perhaps known he would be here? No. Many people wore tattoos. Many tattoos included spirals. This was coincidence. Nothing more.
The sun-bleached shreds of cloth that hung from the mummified body fluttered in the wind. Browser looked at the darker splotches, brown with age. He used his club to push the cloth aside and saw the wide slit in the abdomen. "They cut her open."
Catkin shifted to look, and her eyes widened. "Gods. I wonder how long it took her to die?"
Browser shook his head tiredly. "A person can live for days with a belly wound. I remember once when I and four of my warriors were captured by the Fire Dogs. They sliced Mug's gut open and slowly pulled out his intestines. He screamed for three days."
Catkin reached for the dead woman's necklace, but halted when she noticed that skeletal fingers twined in the brightly beaded strip of rawhide. Alternating chevrons of turquoise, shell, and coral covered the hide. Magnificent work. Catkin backed away.
"Browser"her voice had gone tight"she deliberately grasped the necklace before she died. It must have been very important to her, like a Power bundle or sacred pendant."
Browser studied the delicate fingers that clutched the hide. "Are you sure it's a necklace? Or is it a collar?"
She gave him an incredulous look. "No one would waste such beauty on a slave."
Browser pulled the mummy out from the boulder to examine her back. "A necklace would have laces. The woman might wish to take it off. This is sewn together. And look here." He indicated the scar tissue beneath the necklace where the flesh had been rubbed raw and healed. "The rawhide must have been wet when they sewed the collar together. It shrunk tight to her throat. Too tight. She must have had trouble breathing." Browser met Catkin's gaze. "A slave, but a very highly prized one."
Catkin frowned for a long moment at the fingers in the collar. "Gods, Browser. She's not holding the hide. It's wrapped around her fingers, as though she used the collar to cut off her own air."
Browser touched the hide. It felt dry and as hard as rock. Despite the tightness of the collar, the woman had managed to slip two fingers beneath it and twist the hide into a loop. Her mummified fingersremained locked in the twist. She hadn't let go. Not even at the end, when panic must have set in.
"What a brave woman. I wonder who she was?" Catkin asked. "A clan matron?"
"Or maybe a great warrior."
Catkin got to her feet and looked at the woman's belly slit. She straightened and her mouth fell open. "Did you see this?"
Catkin held something up. It tinkled.
"A bell?" he said in surprise.
She held it up to the moonlight. The bell shimmered and twinkled. "A bell worth a village's ransom."
Catkin handed him the cast copper bell, and Browser turned it over and over in his palm, awed by the sight. They were rare and beautiful. The Feathered Serpent People who'd made them had died out long ago. They had lived far to the south, but had traded with the legendary First People of the Straight Path Nation.
During the Age of Emergence, the First People had bravely climbed through a series of dark underworlds to get to this world of light. On the second day, the Creator decided the First People were too few and needed help to build the world. He had turned a variety of animals into humans: badgers, buffaloes, tortoises, ants, wolves, and other creatures. Hence, they were "made" people. The First People had never liked the Made People. They had considered them inferior, and had enslaved and tortured them. Fortunately, First People only married other First People, and their blood weakened over time. When the Power began to dwindle, the Made People rose up and made war on them. The last of the First People had died more than a hundred summers ago, and the Made People had celebrated for a full sun cycle. Browser's people, and all people alive today, were Made People.
The bell might have been an offering, placed inside her wound by the people who'd buried her. In that case, they had either been very wealthy, or they'd sold everything they had to possess it.
He said, "Whoever buried her loved her very much. No one today would squander such wealth on the dead."
Browser put the copper bell into his belt pouch. His village, Longtail village, had been raided six times in the past nine moons. Theycould trade the bell for enough food to feed their children through the winter.
"No, Browser." As she turned, moonlight gilded the smooth dip in her nose and splashed her broad cheeks.
"What do you mean?"
"That bell was loose in her belly. If it had been placed there when she was buried, it would have melted into the drying flesh and become part of it. I would not have been able to just pick it up. Someone put it there tonight."
"But why?" he whispered, and slowly rose to his feet. "Whoever hung the mummy here must have known the first traveler who came by would take it."
Catkin pinned him with dark moon-glazed eyes. "I'm sure they did. They probably also figured they would get it back when they killed us."
Browser turned to search the trees and cliffs for any sign of an ambush. Wind Baby whimpered through the boulders on the slope below.
"Maybe, but I'm still going down. We have to know what has happened. I wish you to stay at the top of the trail where you can see the trees."
Catkin nodded, but her gaze remained on the mummy. The corpse's stubby teeth gleamed. Moments ago, she had seemed to be caught in a final scream. Now she looked like she was laughing, a great deep belly laugh.
Browser's skin prickled. Your shattered souls are playing tricks on you, you fool. The mummy hasn't changed.
"Shout to me if anyone comes out of the forest. I will return as soon as I know what's happened."
"Go. I will guard the trail."
Browser cupped a hand to his mouth and gave the melodious call of a raven in flight, kloo-kloc-kloo-kloc, to signal Walker and Bole to start down the western trail.
Then he headed down himself.
Aspens grew in the spaces between the boulders. The trembling autumn leaves appeared white in the pale light, but he remembered that in the daylight they glowed a brilliant luminous yellow.
Browser silently skirted a large boulder and navigated the first bend in the trail. He lost sight of Catkin. Wind Baby gusted acrossthe cliff, rattling the fringes on his knee-length shirt. As the trees blew, splotchy wind-spawned shadows danced over the slope.
He'd never had much love for solitary heroics. He preferred a large and conspicuous war party at his back. But he had no choice tonight.
He proceeded slowly, on the balls of his feet, until he came to a fallen tree where he crouched and gazed at the village no more than half a bow shot away. They'd built in a secure but difficult location. The huge rain-eaten hollow in the stone swallowed the small two-story village. Just a few body lengths beyond the plaza, the sheer cliff dropped seven hundred hands to the canyon bottom. If a person slipped, it meant his doom.
Where were Walker and Bole? Inside, searching from room to room? The faint trace of smoke clung to the air. Someone had lit a fire today, but he saw no glow of flames in any of the windows or doors. Aspen village appeared dead.
Browser turned when he heard a sound.
He whispered, "Walker?"
No, the soft scraping couldn't be an adult. A child's moccasins on gravel? Claws working at stone?
He could not identify it yet, but some other scent twined with that of the smoke, a tang that clung to the back of his throat like pine pitch.
Browser moved only his eyes.
There, on the ground two paces away, lay another copper bell.
He stared at it.
It had been polished until it glowed. Browser walked over and picked it up. The velvet feel reminded him of the skin of a young woman. Sensuous. Too smooth to be real. He tucked it into his belt pouch and re-gripped his war club. His palms had grown sweaty.
The quiet ate at his insides. The very emptiness of the village held threat. Every dark window and doorway seemed to watch him.
Another copper bell lay just ahead.
He could not believe his eyes. He grabbed it and shoved it into his pouch. Right here in front of him lay enough wealth to ...
Three more bells. In a line.
The trail led to the kiva, the circular chamber ten paces away.
Browser's gaze darted over every shadow. He had captured wolves this way, by dropping pieces of meat just far enough apart that the wolf could see the next one. The last piece of meat always rested on the disguised roof of the killing pit. By the time the wolf got there,his mouth dripped saliva, eager for the tasty bite. When the wolf leaped onto the roof to get it, the roof collapsed and sent him plummeting twenty hands straight down. Hunters with bows could walk up and shoot him with little effort.
A tingle moved from the base of Browser's skull, down his arms, and into his belly. They wanted him in the kiva. Why?
He turned in a slow circle, seeing nothing. No one.
The clawing continued.
"Walker? Bole?"
They might have come down, found the village empty, and gone back up the trail to search for him and Catkin.
Browser walked to the edge of the kiva. The only way in or out was by ladder through the entryway cut into the middle of the roof. The ladder had been pulled out and the entry covered with thick-buffalo hides. The ladder rested on top of them. If someone was imprisoned in there, no one would ever hear his screams.
The owner of the bells wanted Browser to look into the kiva. He was betting that once Browser looked, he would have to climb down, and then ...
Browser backed away and turned to the village.
The katsinas had been lovingly painted. The teeth in the Wolf Katsina's muzzle gleamed. The white spots of stars on his black arms and legs fell in perfect rows. The spear in the Badger Katsina's right hand shimmered as though made from a fine glassy obsidian.
Perfectly rendered. Except that each katsina had a gaping white hole in the middle of its chest. A kill hole. The Fire Dogs did the same thing with Power pots. They believed that such pots had souls, and that by knocking a hole in the bottom they released the soul to travel to the afterlife with its dead owner.
Had the invaders sent the katsinas' souls to the afterlife with their dead followers?
Browser walked to the first doorway and pulled aside the leather curtain. "Matron?" He had been in this room three days ago. "Matron Eagle Hunter?"
All of her belongings lay as he remembered. Baskets stood stacked in the corner to his right. Black-and-white pots lined the wall to his left. Her bedding hides lay rolled in the rear of the chamber. If she had run away in fear, she would at least have taken her bedding.
Browser backed out. Moonlight flashed from the cliffs and the tattered Cloud People that drifted over the rim. The katsinas vanished, then reappeared in a sudden wash of light and wavered ... Dancing. He could see it. Awe swelled his heart. They slipped from light to dark, their white kirtles swaying as though they'd lifted their sacred feet to Dance the world out of existence. Browser could almost hear their animal voices calling to him, delicate and birdlike, tinged with a panic that echoed his own.
His thoughts leaped from one possibility to another. Perhaps the mummy had been left by the fleeing villagers, not by invaders. Maybe it hadn't been a warning, but an offering. The mummy had been precious to someone. Matron Eagle Hunter? One of the other villagers? If so, she'd given it up, left it for ... whom? Had the attackers threatened the village to obtain the mummy? Then why hadn't they taken it with them when they'd goneif they'd gone?
He trotted the length of the village, ducking into doorways, peering through windows. Everything appeared normal. If these people had left in a hurry, he could see no sign of it. The more chambers he searched, the more certain he became that they'd all packed up and left for a few days, perhaps to attend a nearby celebration, a marriage, or burial feast. Clearly, they had planned to return. Perhaps the people who'd painted and then desecrated the katsinas had come in after the villagers were gone.
When he reached the western edge of the village, Browser looked up the trail. Cloud People had covered Sister Moon's face again; he didn't have enough light to see tracks, but he searched for them anyway. He had ordered Walker and Bole to come down this trail. There should be some evidence of their descent. Overturned pebbles, scuffed soil, snapped twigs.
Browser walked halfway up the trail before he found the place where one of the men's moccasins had slid and grooved the soft dirt. He turned around.
The copper bells winked at him. Taunting. Calling to him.
Browser marched down the trail and across the plaza to the kiva. As he stepped onto the roof, the scent of smoke grew stronger. Smoke and something else.
Browser knelt beside the dark brown buffalo hides. He jerked off the ladder and dragged the hides away from the square hole. A waveof warm air bathed his face, and the sickening coppery tang struck him like a blow to the stomach.
"Matron Eagle Hunter?" he called, his voice frantic now. "It's Browser! I would speak with you. Are you down there?"
The kiva seemed to exhale suddenly. A gush of warmth blew over him. Had someone moved? Perhaps disturbed the air?
Browser reached for the ladder and almost missed the marks. Long dark streaks covered the roof. They might have been soot or mud, but they looked more like the claw marks made by bloody fingers.
He touched them, matching them with his own fingers, then jerked his hand away.
"Matron! I'm coming down."
He lowered the ladder through the entry and it hit the ground with a solid ordinary thump.
The dark pit reeked of rot and corruption. It took an act of will to convince himself to put his feet on the rungs. Every instant he expected an arrow in his back. His gaze searched the village again, then he took the rungs down two at a time.
He stepped off onto the kiva floor and blinked at the darkness. Ash puffed beneath his feet, and the stench almost gagged him. If someone wished to attack him, now was the time. He held his war club at the ready and fought to keep his breathing even.
When his eyes adjusted, he saw the fire hearth three paces in front of him and the woodpile stacked beside it. A faint crimson gleam lit the hearth's center. Browser went to the woodpile, pulled out a branch, and stirred the ashes until he found red coals. He broke his branch into pieces, placed them on the coals, and bent down to blow on the kindling.
The clawing again.
Desperate, erratic.
"Hello?" he called. "Is anyone in here?"
Something about the urgency of the clawing suggested human hands, someone trying to get to him.
Fighting his own sense of dread, Browser went back to blowing on the coals. A flame licked up. Then a branch popped in the fire, and sparks whirled toward the entry. Light flared.
Browser couldn't move.
The flickering images burned themselves into his souls.
The bodies had no heads.
The feral eyes of wood rats blazed as they scrambled from one bloody scrap of cloth to another. The rats must have gotten in through the kiva's ventilator shaft, a narrow opening in the wall designed to bring fresh air into the kiva.
Most of the bones had been stripped of flesh, then scattered, but a few still had tatters of clothing clinging to arms or legs. He saw an infant's head lying on the floor to his right. It looked as though it had been tossed. Was this a child he'd seen three days ago? One of the happy little boys playing in the plaza when he arrived? He looked to be about four summers old.
Claws. Behind him.
Browser turned and stepped into a pool of blood. "Oh, dear gods."
Walker and Bole slumped against the curving rear wall. They were so recently dead the rats feared to approach them. The little animals raced forward, bit a piece of cloth, and scurried backward, their feet scratching the floor for purchase.
"What happened?" Browser murmured.
The fools must have come down long before his signal. They must have disobeyed ...
Perhaps they'd been forced down.
"Right after Catkin and I left."
Walker's intestines had been pulled out onto the floor and his decapitated head stuffed into the gaping cavity. His wide eyes stared through the slit in his stomach, as though he'd been surprised by his killer.
Bolehe thought it was Boleleaned against Walker. His face had been mutilated, but the obsidian-studded war club stuffed down his throat had belonged to Bole.
Browser locked his knees. He had seen a great deal of warfare and raiding. This was neither. Raiders killed in haste and stole food and trinkets to take home to their families. Warriors slaughtered their enemies and burned their villages. But this was calm, methodical butchery.
Browser took a shaky step backward and forced himself to count the dead. He had to know if the entire village had been massacred or if some people had escaped before the murderers trapped them.
As he counted, he noticed the layer of soot that coated the ceiling and the black heaps of debris around the fire hearth. Blood covered the new katsinas on the walls, as though someone had filled pots andsplashed them with it. All of the babies had been decapitated, but some had not been stripped of flesh. The youngest infants hung from cradle boards. Thick soot furred their chubby arms and legs. The eyes in the babies' severed heads bulged.
"They must have forced the villagers into the kiva, tied them up, then dumped burning wood and bark inside"he looked up"and sealed the entryway."
The people had suffocated.
He picked his way across the slaughter ground to the ventilator shaft and looked inside. No wonder they couldn't get air. Someone outside had wedged a newborn in the opening, head-down. A narrow beam of moonlight penetrated around the child's head. The rats' pathway? Had the boy's parents heard him screaming before they died?
Browser forced himself to think. "What happened? Theytheyround the villagers up, force them into the kiva and suffocate them, then they come back and take time to strip the bones? That's insane!"
And the headswhere were the people's heads?
He gripped his club and his hand shook. What had they done with the flesh? It wasn't here. He scanned the floor. They must have gathered the piles of meat and taken it outside. Horrifying memories began to flit across his souls. He'd heard Traders talk ...
Footsteps creaked on the roof.
Browser jerked his leather shirt over his head and tossed it onto the fire to smother the light, then he backed into the black recesses of the kiva.
Is this what had happened to Walker and Bole?
A slender arm passed through the moonlight above the entry, and a copper bell bounced across the kiva floor.
Browser braced his legs. His enemy? Or a survivor?
"Hello?" he called.
Laughter, soft and sensuous. Then a woman whispered, "Who are you, War Chief? Are you one of us, or one of them?"
Delicate hands reached for the ladder, and he thought she planned to climb down.
With several quick jerks, the ladder disappeared through the entry, and buffalo hides flopped into place.
"Wait!" he screamed.
For three heartbeats, nothing, then ...
"Mother?" a little girl called.
They must have been standing right over the hides, probably arranging the ladder to keep them in place.
"Mother, I'm tired. Can we go now?"
Laughter again, almost shrill with delight. "I told you the brightness of the heart flows from bright veins. It was beautiful, wasn't it?"
The child skipped across the roof, and the woman's footsteps followed.
Browser cried, "Wait! Who are you? I'm War Chief Browser from Longtail village. Let me out!"
Silence. But only for a moment.
With the darkness, the rats grew frenzied. They scampered and squealed, fighting over the best nesting materials. The scratching of animal claws on human bone unnerved him.
Browser clenched his fists and shouted: "Catkin? Catkin!"
Copyright © 2000 by Kathleen O'Neal Gear and W. Michael Gear Bone Walker excerpt copyright © 2001 by Kathleen O'Neal Gear and W. Michael Gear
Meet the Author
Kathleen O'Neal Gear is a former state historian and archaeologist for Wyoming, Kansas, and Nebraska for the U.S. Department of the Interior. She has twice received the federal government's Special Achievement Award for "outstanding management" of our nation's cultural heritage.
W. Michael Gear, who holds a master's degree in archaeology, has worked as a professional archaeologist since 1978. He is currently principal investigator for Wind River Archaeological Consultants.
The Gears, whose First North American Series and Anasazi Mystery Series, are both international as well as USA Today bestsellers live in Thermopolis, Wyoming.
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In the thirteenth century, the site today known as Pueblo Animos was called Longtrail Village. Its residents converted to the new Katsina religion. Times were harsh as war and pestilence swept across the Anasazi people forcing bands to merge into large numbers for safety. Twenty-first century archeologist Dusty Stewart and physical anthropologist Maureen Cole explore the untouched Pueblo Animos. They discover a massacre of at least forty children under the age of six, the skinning of females, and some evidence of cannibalism. The empathic Dusty feels the past horrors that have engulfed this sight. In 1263, enemies attack the village. Browser, war chief of the Katsina, desperately wants to save his people, but wonders if witches are involved. As the murderers become bolder, Browser realizes that victory today only delays the inevitable decimation of his people. Maureen concludes that the evil of the past is influencing Dusty. She steps outside the comfort of science to seek help from a local expert, a shaman. As past and present meet, Maureen and Dusty will be freed from the chains that bind them. Chapters fluidly alternate between the past and the present, but the Gears manage to maintain a sense of continuity in the story line. That enables THE SUMMONING GOD to turn into a fascinating reading experience. The everyday details of the Anasazi culture seem genuine and add to the overall historical subplot. The relationship between Dusty and Maureen is an intriguing blend of distrust, unwanted attraction, and passion (more often with the sight than with each other). Though not easily categorized, fans that want something different will fully relish this tale. Harriet Klausner
The Summoning God By: Kathleen O¿Neal Gear and Michael Gear Utterly interesting story about the past of an Indian Tribe called the katsinas. Finding for the truth of what is trying to get ride of them, or even yet kill them for their beliefs. A murder of mystery and belief through the eyes of one brave war chief called Browser. He could only find what wanted him or be haunted. The truth for him is more painstaking for the others. While it also goes to the future it reveals what they find almost similar ways in archaeology. What they find is how the killer uses a method to kill more than horrifying way possible imagined. I love how War Chief Browser fond out the killer was closer than he imagined from his tribe. He also found a bloody place were their were headless body¿s all over the kiva floor. Also the witch called ¿Two Hearts¿ how trap¿s souls in a jar and puts a hole in the back of the Head. Darkness prevails this world or Two Hearts. The crazy tribal leader who has solved crimes before know who the killer is.
An ancient Anasazi profiler with insight into serial killer psychology? erm..
I have read many of the Gears books and have loved everyone of them!!! Their stories blend beautifully but you don't need to read them all to understand the storyline. But it is worth it to read them all anyways..
Intertwining contemporary archaeology with an Anasazi mystery is a good premise. Unfortunately, the authors fail to execute it well. Repetitious descriptions deaden the writing, making it flat and formulaic. No less than three times, Catkin's black braid is described as a "glistening serpent lying across her back." Too often, moonlight "gilds" or "sheaths" her "upturned nose," "beautiful oval face," and lots of others things. I lost track of how many times yellow cottonwood leaves glinted or glimmered in the autumn sun or swirled somewhere (down paths, on the river, over the kiva edge, etc.) We are reminded ad nauseum of the glints in Dusty's blond beard and hair, of the chin-length black bangs plastered to Browser's face by sweat, of his knee-length war shirt whipping against brush or bushes. Concerning Elder Stone Ghost, "Thin white hair blew around his face as he looked up at Browser." A mere three lines later we read, "Thin white hair blew around [Browser's] uncle's wrinkled face. Sloppy! Where was the editor when the authors needed him/her? Gestures are recycled until they become tedious. People tuck stray hairs behind their ears or under their hats again and again. Lots of brows draw together lots of times. There is much cupping of coffee cups, sipping of coffee, gripping of war clubs in hard fists, and clasping of capes. The result is unintentionally comic and Chaplin-esque. These characters come across more like marionettes than full-blooded people. The problems are not merely stylistic. Early on, too much information is thrown at the reader, confusing him/her: a mummy hanging from a rock, copper bells apparently left as bait, a murderous female, a little girl tagging along with her, somebody in a wolf kachina mask, a vicious pack of white-caped warriors, a woman with her eyes gouged out, beheaded bodies in a kiva, the heads in a grove, a necklace that seems important....Whew! The narrative would have been more coherent and the pacing better if these details had been doled out more slowly, one at a time. Easing into a good mystery should be like worming into a ripe apple: the deeper you dig, the darker and juicier it gets. Sexual tension between Dusty and Maureen is a central conflict in the novel's contemporary portion. However, their unresolved mutual attraction/revulsion soon became frustrating, if not downright annoying. When are these two going to hop in the sack together? Or at least confront their obvious feelings for each other? I know, I know...this fat novel is one in a series of fat novels, and the authors want to keep things simmering. Maybe we'll find outif anything happens between Dusty and Maureen several thousand pages hence. Want to wait that long? I don't. Hopefully someday somebody will give prehistoric Southwestern peoples the fictional treatment they deserve. But not today....
Intertwining contemporary archaeology with an Anasazi mystery is a good premise. Unfortunately, the authors fail to execute it well. Repetitious descriptions deaden the writing, making it flat and formulaic. No less than three times, Catkin's black braid is described as " a glistening serpent lying across her back." Too often, moonlight "gilds" or "sheaths" her "upturned nose," "beautiful oval face," and lots of others things. I lost track of how many times yellow cottonwood leaves glinted or glimmered in the autumn sun or swirled somewhere (down paths, on the river, over the kiva edge, etc.) We are reminded ad nauseum of the glints in Dusty's blond beard and hair, of the chin-length black bangs plastered to Browser's face by sweat, of his knee-length war shirt whipping against brush or bushes. Concerning Elder Stone Ghost, "Thin white hair blew around his face as he looked up at Browser." A mere three lines later we read, "Thin white hair blew around [Browser's] uncle's wrinkled face. Sloppy! Where was the editor when the authors needed him/her? Gestures are recycled until they become tedious. People tuck stray hairs behind their ears or under their hats again and again. Lots of brows draw together lots of times. There is much cupping of coffee cups, sipping of coffee, gripping of war clubs in hard fists, and clasping of capes. The result is unintentionally comic and Chaplin-esque. These characters come across more like marionettes than full-blooded people. The problems are not merely stylistic. Early on, too much information is thrown at the reader, confusing him/her: a mummy hanging from a rock, copper bells apparently left as bait, a murderous female, a little girl tagging along with her, somebody in a wolf kachina mask, a vicious pack of white-caped warriors, a woman with her eyes gouged out, beheaded bodies in a kiva, the heads in a grove, a necklace that seems important....Whew! The narrative would have been more coherent and the pacing better if these details had been doled out more slowly, one at a time. Easing into a good mystery should be like worming into a ripe apple: the deeper you dig, the darker and juicier it gets. Sexual tension between Dusty and Maureen is a central conflict in the novel's contemporary portion. However, their unresolved mutual attraction/revulsion soon became frustrating, if not downright annoying. When are these two going to hop in the sack together? Or at least confront their obvious feelings for each other? I know, I know...this fat novel is one in a series of fat novels, and the authors want to keep things simmering. Maybe we'll find out if anything happens between Dusty and Maureen several thousand pages hence. Want to wait that long? I don't. Hopefully someday somebody will give prehistoric Southwestern peoples the fictional treatment they deserve. But not today.


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Most of it is tied up oversees. They just cant access it at will. They will lose 35% of it if they do. So don't expect big div increase or buyback. I think all the pressure from greedy longs and Einhorn types might have messed up Apple's longer term acquisition plans. Good job fellas.
incorrect..they have already paid taxes on it via accounting for as IF it has already been repatriated
u bears are clueless. no income statement hit will happen on any repatriated cash. facts
You do Know that Apple does not need to bring back overseas cash to Buyback shares right? Apple can simply hire an International Brokerage house to buy back shares with overseas cash and not pay any Tax to the USA! It is that simple.....IBM has done a similar deal.....and They even borrowed money from Europe to do it.....
So it is actually very simple....since Apple most likely has 100 billion overseas...DoYou honestly think Apple can't Buy Back 40 billion worth with that overseas cash? Apple will still have 110 Billion in cash!
Apple can just give the Q1 Holiday cash which was 23 billion and pay it out over the year and still collect 3 Q's of cash to add to the balance.
And who knows if they really have that cash. Aapl is a $200 stock at best. Samsung and google will put them out of business


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