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From the Hardcover edition.
Early September 1812
Paradise, New-York State
Hot sun and abundant rain: Lily Bonner said a word of thanks for a good summer and the harvest it had given them, and in the same breath she wished her hoe to the devil and herself away.
But there was no chance of escape. Even Lily's mother, whose usual and acknowledged place was at her writing desk or in a classroom, had come to help; everyone must, this close to harvest. The women must, Lily corrected herself: the men were in the cool of the forests.
She glanced up and caught sight of her mother, all furious concentration as she moved along her row. She swung her hoe with the same easy rhythm as Many-Doves. They were an army of two marching through the tasseled rows, corn brushing shoulders and cheeks as if to thank the women for their care.
For all their lives the Mohawk women had spent the best part of every summer day in the fields tending the three sisters: corn, beans, squash. But Lily's mother had been raised in a great English manor house with servants, and she had not held a hoe in her hands--white skin, ink-stained fingers--until she was thirty. Elizabeth Middleton had come to New-York as a spinster, a teacher, a crusader; in just six months' time she had become someone very different.
Lily understood a simple truth: the day came for every woman when she must choose one kind of life or another or let someone else make the choice for her. For some the crucial moment came suddenly, without warning and when least expected; others saw it approaching, pushing up out of the ground like a weed.
It was an image that would not leave her mind, and so she had finally spoken about it to her mother, holding the idea out in open palms like the egg of an unfamiliar and exotic bird.
And how it had pleased her mother, this simple gift. She sat contemplating her folded hands for a moment, Quaker-gray eyes fixed on the horizon and a tilt to her head that meant her mind was far away, reliving some moment, recalling a phrase read last week or ten years ago. When she spoke, finally, it was not with the quotation Lily expected.
She said, "There are so many choices available to you, such riches for the taking. The very best advice I can give you is very simple. You have heard me say it in different ways, but I'll put it as simply as I can. When it comes time to choose, try to favor the rational over the subjective."
At that Lily had laughed out loud, in surprise and disappointment. Who else had a mother who would say such a thing, and in such a studiously odd way? Other people were satisfied with quoting the bible and old wives' wisdoms, but Lily had a mother who preferred Kant to the Proverbs. Who made decisions with her head when she could, and was convinced that in doing so, her other needs would be satisfied.
Certainly she could point to even the most unconventional choices she had made in her life and argue that they were rational, and more than that: that she was happy with the choices she had made. As most of the other women Lily knew were happy with the lives they had.
Her cousin Kateri had chosen a husband from the Turtle clan at Good Pasture and gone with him to live among the Mohawk on the Canadian side of the St. Lawrence. It was too early yet to know how well she had chosen, or how badly. Other women misstepped and struggled mightily forever after; there were a few like that in Paradise, burning bright with the anger they must swallow day by day.
And then there was Hannah, her own sister, who had chosen to leave home and chosen well, in spite of the fact that the wars in the west had taken it all away from her. Now she was neither angry nor content but merely alive, as placid and blank as the clouds overhead and just as distant.
The war was coming closer all the time, and while they had not heard a single shot fired and none of the men had gone to join the fighting--not yet, Lily corrected herself--there were casualties. Lily counted herself among them.
Without the war she would have left two months ago for New-York City. The plan had taken a full year to finalize: she would live with her uncle and aunt Spencer in their fine house on Whitehall Street and study art with the teachers they had found for her. In time, when she had advanced far enough, she would travel with them to Europe where she could study the work of the great artists.
But all of that had come to a sudden end, because men must fight and to do that they started wars. Her own brother was infected with that need, her twin brother. The strangeness of it never faded.
Many-Doves was telling a story. Lily's mother laughed in response, a gentle hiccupping laughter that meant she was embarrassed. All these years living among the plain-speaking Kahnyen'kehoka women, but her mother still blushed and laughed like a proper young English lady when the talk turned to men and women and the things they were to each other.
This is the life my mother chose. Lily repeated this sentence to herself often, and every time she was overcome with admiration and resentment in equal measure.
When Many-Doves decided the time was right they put down the hoes to eat in the shade of the birch trees. Lily filled empty gourds with water from the stream and they unwrapped a parcel of cornbread and boiled eggs and peppery radishes plucked this morning from the kitchen garden, still trailing clots of damp earth. Lily listened for a while as they talked about the coming harvest and the day's work.
When it was clear that today was not the day they would decide among themselves what was to be done to heal Hannah, Lily went off to wade in the lake, digging her toes into the mud and pulling her skirts up through her belt so that the duck grass tickled her bare calves. She wet her handkerchief and wiped her face and the back of her neck free of dust and grit, thankful for the cool and the breeze and the very colors of the sky. Lily felt her mother watching her, her love and pride and worry radiating as hot and true as the sun itself.
The sound of drumming hooves brought her out of her daydream. The others heard it too, all of them turning in the direction of the village, their heads tilted at just the same angle, listening hard.
"Riders!" Her brother Gabriel exploded out of a clump of grass almost under Lily's nose, all pinwheeling arms and legs and spraying water. Annie, Many-Doves' daughter, was just behind him and they galloped toward the women, both of them sleekly wet and naked. Gabriel's skin was burned almost as dark as Annie's, so that his gray eyes worked silver.
"Five riders!" Annie shouted as if she must make herself heard on the top of the mountain.
"We hear." Many-Doves raised a hand to screen out the sun as she looked in the direction of the village.
"Your Uncle Todd's letter said he hoped to be home today," Lily's mother said, wiping her neck with a kerchief. "But who does he have with him?" Her expression was a combination of worry and anticipation and excitement too.
"Whoever it is, they must be lost," Lily said, wishing herself wrong even as she said the words. "No stranger ever comes to Paradise on purpose."
The cornfield was on a little rise that gave them a good view of the village on the other side of the lake: the building that had once been the church but now was just a meetinghouse, as no minister seemed to want to stay in Paradise; the well; the dusty road that widened in front of the trading post and then narrowed again to disappear almost immediately into the woods; a few cabins; the smithy; here and there a curl of smoke from a chimney they could not see.
Every year Paradise was a little smaller, like an old woman hunching down into her bones. When a family gave up and moved on the cabin stayed empty and the garden around it lay fallow, simply because Uncle Todd could not be bothered to look for new tenants. At this moment the only sign of life was a cat asleep on the wall of the well, her fur gleaming in the sun. But folks would come soon enough: so many riders at once was almost as good as a fire for waking them up.
The sound of hooves on the road grew louder and louder still, and then the riders showed themselves. Five of them, as Annie had foretold. Uncle Todd and cousin Ethan among them--Lily made out that much and nothing about the others; she did not have her father's keen eyesight. Gabriel had it, though. Gabriel and Daniel and all her brothers; eyesight keen enough to count acorns on the highest branch. And now young Gabriel had caught sight of something that made every muscle quiver. He turned his head toward the women and his eyes were perfectly round with anticipation.
"Yes," Elizabeth said, answering the question he hadn't asked. "But put your breechclout on first. You too, Annie, you can't go greet people in such a state."
To Lily she said, "That will slow them down a little, at least. Come along, maybe we can get there first."
Without any discussion Many-Doves began to gather the hoes together.
"But there's six hours of sun left," Lily said as her mother moved off. She found herself as uneasy about the strangers as she had been eager to see them just a moment ago.
Many-Doves laughed and poked her shoulder with two fingers. "As if you could work now with your brother just come home."
All of the riders had dismounted but for one, a smaller figure--a lady by her bearing, Lily saw now. One of the men had a hand on the woman's saddle, his head canted up to talk to her--argue with her, Lily corrected herself, taking in the way he held himself--and in that moment she recognized him.
"Luke," she said.
Her brother Luke, come from Montreal without word or warning, and in time of war. Lily felt the shock of it in the tips of her fingers, shock and joy and a flash of fear.
Lily's mother had recognized him too, and picked up her skirts and her pace both. Gabriel and Annie streaked past, heels flashing.
"Who is that lady?" Lily asked out loud.
Many-Doves made an approving sound deep in her throat. "Maybe your brother has finally brought a wife home with him."
"They argue as though they were married," Lily agreed.
Luke turned away from the stranger and pulled his hat from his head in frustration. The lady turned her horse away and started up the path that led to Uncle Todd's place while Luke watched her, his fists at his sides.
Richard Todd was the most prominent man in Paradise, the richest in both land and money, and a trained medical doctor. His fine two-story house was the only brick building in a village of squared-log cabins. It had been the largest house until the Widow Kuick bought the mill and built her own fine house, but the Kuick place had fallen into disrepair these last years and sat hunched on the hillside overlooking the village, like a frowsy old woman without the wits to look after herself.
Richard Todd was rarely at home and the Kuick widows rarely stepped out of doors, but when Richard went off to Johnstown or Albany, his place in the world and the things he called his own--house, gardens, pastures, cornfields, barns and outbuildings, books and animals and plowshares--were cared for. A small kingdom beautifully kept, and the doctor had spent less than three weeks in residence in the last six months.
It was a situation that suited his housekeeper very well. At seventy-nine Curiosity Freeman still ran things, overseeing the house servants--her own granddaughters--and the farm workers like a benevolent general presiding over well-trained and adoring troops.
Together Curiosity and Elizabeth and Many-Doves looked after the medical needs of the village; they dosed children for worms, set broken bones, delivered babies, laid out the dead and comforted the living. Sometimes Curiosity went for days without giving the absent doctor a thought.
They were in the laboratory, the farthest of the outbuildings on the Todd property. Once this had been the heart of Richard's medical practice, and it had surprised Hannah to find that while she was gone it had been given over to a different kind of research. According to Curiosity, Joshua Hench had been conducting experiments with metals and blackpowder explosives, all with Richard's approval.
"Wouldn't do no good to tell you," Curiosity said in response to Hannah's questions. Her irritation was sharp and clear on her face. "You just have to wait and see for yourself. Unless you was wanting the laboratory for your own work?" She looked at Hannah hopefully. "Then Joshua will just have to clear out, go blow himself up someplace else where I don't got to hear it happen."
Hannah didn't want the laboratory; she hadn't come home to practice medicine, after all, and she said so.
"You've expressed your concerns to Richard, I take it."
At that Curiosity just snorted. "You wave a firecracker under a man's nose, he ain't going to pay no attention, no matter what kind of sense you be talking." Then she pushed out a sigh. "Ain't nothing to be done, but it do set my teeth on edge."
Hannah was relieved if Curiosity was willing to abandon the subject. She turned her attention to the stack of Richard's daybooks on the standing desk. Ledger after ledger in which he had logged his daily work: treatments, patients seen, raw materials ordered from Albany and New-York City and beyond, experiments he had undertaken and the results they had produced. All neat, well ordered and full of Richard's dry observations.
June 4 1808. Set right tibula on the youngest Ratz boy. Subject healthy if dull-witted ten-year-old; clean break; no tearing to the muscle or ligaments; prognosis good if he can be kept out of trees.
Curiosity had come along to keep Hannah company while she read. She sat near the door in the light from the single window, snapping beans in a bowl in her lap.
"Richard has been away a long time," Hannah noted; the last entry in the daybook was six months old.
From the Hardcover edition.
The year is 1812 and Hannah Bonner has returned to her family's mountain cabin in Paradise. But Nathaniel and Elizabeth Bonner can see that Hannah is not the same woman as when she left. For their daughter has come home without her husband and without her son...and with a story of loss and tragedy that she can't bear to tell. Yet as Hannah resumes her duties as a gifted healer among the sick and needy, she finds that she is also slowly healing herself. Little does she realize that she is about to be called away to face her greatest challenge ever.
As autumn approaches, news of the latest conflict with Britain finds the young men of Paradise--including eighteen-year-old Daniel Bonner--eager to take up arms. Against their better judgment, Nathaniel and Elizabeth must let him go, just as they must let his twin sister Lily, a stubborn beauty, pursue her independence in Montreal. But on the eve of the War of 1812, an unexpected guest arrives from Scotland: It is the Bonners' distant cousin, the newly widowed Jennet Scott of Carryckcastle. Far from home, Lily and Jennet will each learn the price of pursuing their dreams and the possibility of true love.
But it's Hannah herself who must risk everything once more--this time to save Daniel, who's been taken prisoner by the British. As the distant thunder of war threatens Paradise, Hannah may learn to live--and maybe love--again in one finalact of courage, duty, and sacrifice.
A gifted writer, a master storyteller, and a first-rate historian, Sara Donati has written a powerful, poignant, and movingly romantic novel that chronicles the lives and adventures of a family as compelling and unforgettable as any in American fiction.
1. The arrival of Rev. Stiles causes an upheaval in Paradise. What did the author mean by making him visibly different--an albino--from the others in town? How did he embody some of the darker impulses, and prejudices, already present in this small enclave? How did he foment discord?
2. Discuss the importance of Dr. Richard Todd's life, and his painful death. How was his life shaped by his many losses? By his wealth? How is he both villain and hero? This duality in a character is found throughout American literature. Discuss other characters that embody both noble and vile impulses like Todd. Why is this tradition so strong in American literature?
3. How does Lily's artistic talent transcend both her education and her age/experience? What did she learn from Gabriel Oak? How is her talent both a gift and a burden for her in this time and place?
4. Discuss the significance of the War of 1812. A relatively short and little studied war it had major impact on land, resources, political control and the future of the settlers. Do you think this War was important enough to change the course of history? Why or why not? Discuss its importance to New York State and Canada. Why was this war so important to the English and French?
5. War factors in this novel, and fighting in the entire series. How does the need to conquer factor into the lives of these earlier Americans? What positive outcomes are there for the warriors or the country? What negative?
6. The northern and northwestern part of New York State was the nation's untamed frontier in the late 18th and early 19th Century, the era of the Wilderness series. How does this frontier experience differ from that of the traditional western or "wagons west" description of America's wilder places? How is it the same? Why was the settlement of upper New York State significant to people in Canada? To England? To France? To Holland?
7. Why is settlement by Europeans significant to the Native Peoples--and how do settlers like the Bonner family and others in the town of Paradise both complement and conflict with them? What roles do the slaves and the freed slaves, serve?
8. Discuss the Freeman family's activities in aiding runaway slaves' flight to freedom. Do you think they helped these people, or contributed to setting the stage for continuing and future conflict for them? What role did the African Free School, and Manny Freeman's association with it, play in the abolition of slavery? Do you think the Gradual Manumission Act was devised in a fair manner?
9. Most of the characters in this book have dealt with loss. How have these losses shaped the characters' weaknesses and strengths?
10. Author Donati uses wonderful place and character names drawn from the Native Language. Discuss the symbolism of the characters' names (i.e. Walks-Ahead, Bone-in-Her-Back, Hawkeye, etc.). How do these names illuminate the characters themselves? Would you choose a descriptive name for yourself--and what would that be?
Posted December 9, 2008
In 1812 half-breed widow Hannah returns to the home of her father Nathaniel and step-mother Elizabeth following the deaths of her husband and their child. Nathaniel, Elizabeth, and Hannah¿s Aunt Many-Doves can see she has lost the spirit to live. Still, Hannah is a gifted healer and she brings hope and health to the needy of Paradise. This provides her with some solace and the beginnings of her own healing from the tragedy that has left her feel alone even amongst loved ones............................... Although war seems imminent between America and England making oceanic passages dangerous and difficult, recently widowed Jennet, a distant cousin, arrives from Scotland. The recent deaths of their respective husbands does not provide a link between Hannah and Elizabeth as the latter refuses to discuss her tragedy while the former acknowledges relief following the end of her loveless marriage. Meanwhile Hannah¿s stepbrother eighteen-year-old Daniel joins the American militia, but becomes a prisoner of war. Only Hannah can set him free bit she must first liberate herself from her grief................................ FIRE ALONG THE SKY is a deep look at the impact that the War of 1812 had on Americans who were somewhat distant from the front, but effected by loved ones joining the fight. The story line is character driven especially by the courage of several of the women, but mostly Hannah who serves as the center that keeps the complex tale together. Fans of James Fennimore Cooper¿s Leatherstocking Tales will appreciate this powerful Americana novel....................................... Harriet Klausner
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Posted August 2, 2013
I've read #1 thru #4 of the series so far. It is a great family saga and brings to life the early days of America with authentic detail. I'll be sorry once I finish the series. I will hopw for more very soon!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 15, 2013
Loved reading this book. Would have been more enjoyable if I had notread it out ofseries. Somehow i skipped a book and it made it very confusing...until about 2 chapters in I noticed my mistake. Duh...It would be helpful if B & N would put books on order and lable series books better.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 8, 2013
did anyone down there say awesome read... all of the books take you on a buckle your seat belt journey that you'll simply want to read again and againWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 12, 2013
Posted March 12, 2013
Me and Lilykit have grown twice our original sizes in the moon weve been walking. Me, Lilykit, and Redtail were desperatley looking for a clan that would take us in. Redtail started teaching us how to hunt and fight, just in case anything happened to her. I found out i was pretty good at hunting, and my mother said my spotted coat blended in perfecly with the surrounding light gray trees (find out what the cats look like in the last result) however, Lilykit couldnt get the hunterrs crouch quite right, which was alright, because she had another talent. She stayed behind and collected herbs in case one of us got injured or sick, while me and our mother hunted, so we stayed fed. In our spare time, Lilykit would teach me some basic herbs and their uses. One day, when me and Redtail returned from hunting around sundown, carrying two voles and a squirrel, we discovered Lilykit wasnt there. "She will be back soon" Redtail meowed. We ate the voles and left the squirel for Lilykit for when she returned. We curled up in our makeshift 'den' and fell asleep. The next morning, i woke and saw that Lilykit still wasnt there, and then i became worried. I woke my mom, and she became worried also. "We gotta find her" i said and sniffed the air. I picked up her scent trail and began running, Redtail close behind. We ran for about ten minutes, and i slowed when the scent mixed with the metallic scent of blood, and panic set in. We were standing in a small clearing with tansy growing EVERYWHERE along with lots of tall grasses. Her scent dissappeard here, so shes around here somewhere. I began searching thriugh the grass, and my mom did the same. I froze when i put my paw in something warm, and sticky. It was blood. I searched around the area frantically, and i jumped back when i found her. Her small, frail body was laying still, and cold, with several gashes in her neck. "M-mommy... c-come here please" i whispered, barely audible, i dont know how she heard me, but she was by my side in seconds. She lost it when she saw her "WHYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!" she wailed, and tears streamed down her cheeks, as tey did on mine also, we buried our nises in her fur, and sat vigil for her all night. The next morning, i got up while redtail was still sleeping and decided a nice piece of freshkill would cheer her up. I caught her a mouse and padded back to the clearing, where i saw her sitting, looking around rapidly. "Mom?" I mewed as i approached her "AHH! SKYKIT! WHERE WERE U?! I THOUGHT SOMETHING GOT U TOO! HOW COULD U BE SO STUPID TO LEAVE ME AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" She hissed "mom... i just went hunting for u" i said, and at realization of what she just said, she collapsed on the ground, sobbing hysterically "im sorry! Im losing it! Im just an ungreatful jerk who doesnt deserve anything u give me... u eat it Skykit" "no mom, u eat it please." "No!!! U!!!" She wailed. I decided not to argue with her anymore, and i ate it sadly. After i finished she got up, casting one mournful glance at lilykits body, she padded into the woods, signaling with her tail to follow, and i did. Life continued like that for two days and my refuse to eat or drink, and she was beginning to get really frail. I glnced back at her "mom... u okay?" She looked at me and smiled reassuringly "im fine" she meowed hoarsley and i nodded. We continued walking. (Continued tomorrow!)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted August 1, 2012
One of, if not the best series I've ever read.(The next two books in the series are just as good). Kept my interest from the first page, didn't want to put it down. Hope Miss Donati writes more stories like these in the near future.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 6, 2012
I have now read all six books in the series & feel like I have lost a family. Extremely entertaining...I am looking forward to reading more from Sara Donati.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 15, 2011
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Donati got back on track with book #4 of the "Wilderness" series. I still don't like that it skips 10 years between books, there are stories in those missing years that we only get snipits of. Which is a shame, Donati has a wonderful way of telling a story. But overall, I liked this book. There was new romances, lost loves, intrigue, betrayel and everything in between. If you started reading the "Wilderness" series, I highly recommend that you read this book and finish the entire series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 29, 2011
Posted October 8, 2004
Fire ALong The Sky is wonderful! It was worth the wait. It brought all the characters I love together to reveal relationships, one with the other, while at the same time telling their own individual stories, especially the once long lost son, Luke. I just could not put this book down as it was as captivating as the previous books in the series ('Into the Wilderness' and its' marvelous cliffhanger). I am so looking foward to the next book in this series to read about Luke, Jennet and Hannah. Hurry Ms. Donati, I can't wait!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 13, 2004
Are you a lover of historical romance?Look no further,read the extemely moving novel 'Fire along the sky'.Sara Donati makes the period come alive. It is truly a page turner.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 21, 2004
If you buy one hard cover fiction book this year, let it be this one. You will not be disappointed! This book has it all; love, hate, good, evil, triumph and spirit. It is riviting and will pull you in completely. It helps to start with Into The Wilderness (first book in this series), then read Dawn On A Distant Shore, then Lake In The Clouds followed by Fire Along The Sky but it is not necessary. I will assure you that you will want to read these others after going through Fire Along The Sky. Absolutely spell binding book. Great characters that you will fall in love with. They seem so very real. Completely believable plot and story lines. It will make you laught and cry. This is a must read for fiction lovers of all kinds.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 4, 2004
Fire Along the Sky was everything I had expected and anticipated. I was drawn into the story just as I was with the preceeding novels. I'm already anticipating the next installment in what I consider to be a truely unique and captivating story.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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