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Longtusk (Mammoth Series #2)

Longtusk (Mammoth Series #2)

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by Stephen Baxter

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Even as a young calf, Longtusk understood the hardships the few remaining of his ancient kind had encountered when the glaciers retreated and grassy forests stole over the vast tundra the herds called home. Worst of all was when the Fireheads came — cruel, two-legged beasts who kill for pleasure. At a tender age, Longtusk became their prisoner — hobbled,


Even as a young calf, Longtusk understood the hardships the few remaining of his ancient kind had encountered when the glaciers retreated and grassy forests stole over the vast tundra the herds called home. Worst of all was when the Fireheads came — cruel, two-legged beasts who kill for pleasure. At a tender age, Longtusk became their prisoner — hobbled, abused, and stripped of his freedom. But through toil and terror, Longtusk never forgot his Clan — and he learned crucial, intimate knowledge of the Fireheads' ways, though at a terrible price. Now the time is rapidly approaching when he will have to clash with those who seek to destroy every living trace of his proud breed. And Longtusk must not shun the twisted path in front of him or what he is destined to become: the greatest hero of them all.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Meticulously researched, simply told and appropriate for readers of all ages, this second volume (after 1999's Silverhair) in Baxter's Mammoth trilogy brings to compelling life the complex culture of these giant creatures. It's sixteen thousand years B.C., and woolly mammoths roam the earth, inhabiting the steppes of Beringia, the land bridge linking Asia and North America. Climactic changes have caused the steppes to recede, but humans, whom the mammoths call Fireheads, pose the greatest threat to their survival. Longtusk, whose coming-of-age story this is, must save the mammoths by spearheading an epic journey. Separated from his family, Longtusk is enslaved by the Fireheads, who make him a beast of burden. But a Dreamer (Neanderthal) woman foretells his future: Longtusk will die, along with the Dreamer who once saved his life and that of the Firehead matriarch, Crocus. Although Longtusk escapes his captors and finds a steppe that will support a small mammoth herd, years later Crocus and her people return, seeking to drive the mammoths away from their habitat. Longtusk embarks on a final heroic mission to save the mammoths and meet his fate. The book's themes of ecological disaster, warfare and change resonate deeply with today's concerns. When a mastodont tells Longtusk, "You and I must take the world as it is. [The Fireheads] imagined how it might be different. Whether it's better is beside the point; to the Fireheads, change is all that matters," it's clear that humans have not changed at all. Agent, Ralph Vicinanza. (June 12) FYI: Baxter has won the Philip K. Dick Award (twice) and the John W. Campbell Award, and has been a Hugo and Arthur C. Clarke awards nominee. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Second volume (following Silverhair, 1999) of Baxter's trilogy, previously published in Britain. Baxter's highly anthropomorphized mammoths—gentle giants, they have their own language and can comprehend others'—live 18,000 years ago, during an epoch when Siberia's glacial climate warms, forests spread, and the arctic grasslands upon which the mammoths depend for sustenance shrink. Longtusk, a young male convinced of his great destiny, won't listen to his Clan's Matriarch or the wisdom of the herd's elders. Instead, he wanders away, briefly joining a male herd among whom he is too young to compete. When fire sweeps the grasslands, Longtusk, separated from the herd, survives by walking through the flames along a riverbed. Lost, alone, his survival skills undeveloped, he becomes friendly with a tribe of Neanderthals, or Dreamers, and the young hunter Willow. Then modern humans, or Fireheads, arrive to kill or enslave the hapless Dreamers and capture Longtusk. Eventually, the Fireheads subdue Longtusk and put him to toil alongside the herd of "mastodons" they've domesticated. He endures years of ill-use before managing to escape, only to find his old Clan in desperate straits, dying of thirst and starvation. Can Longtusk help them survive not only climatic change but the pitiless Fireheads as well? Sometimes affecting if often uncomfortably similar to the first installment, especially in the enslavement scenes; mammoth fans, though, will certainly want to continue their acquaintanceship.

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HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
Mammoth Series , #2
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.80(d)

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Chapter One

The Gathering

The greatest hero of them all was twelve years old, and he was in trouble with his mother. Again.

Yellow plain, blue sky; it was a fine autumn afternoon, here on the great steppe of Beringia. The landscape was huge, flat, elemental, an ocean of pale grass mirrored by an empty sky, crossed by immense herds of herbivores and the carnivores that preyed on them. Longtusk heard the hiss of the endless winds through the grass and sedge, the murmur of a river some way to the west -- and, under it all, the unending grind and crack of the great ice sheets that spanned the continent to the north.

And mammoths swept over the land like clouds.

Loose wool hung around them, catching the low sunlight. He heard the trumpeting and clash of tusks of bristling, arguing bachelors, and the rumbles of the great Matriarchs -- complex songs with deep harmonic structure, much of it inaudible to human ears -- as they solemnly debated the state of the world.

This was the season's last gathering of the Clan, this great assemblage of Families, before the mammoths dispersed to the winter pastures of the north.

And Longtusk was angry, aggrieved, ignored. He worked the ground as he walked, tearing up grass, herbs and sedge with his trunk and pushing them into his mouth between the flat grinding surfaces of his teeth.

He'd gotten into a fight with his sister, Splayfoot, over a particularly juicy dwarf willow he'd found. just as he had prized the branches from the ground and had begun to strip them of their succulent leaves, the calf had come bustling over to him and had tried to push him away so she could get atthe willow herself. His willow.

In response to Splayfoot's pitiful trumpeting, his mother had come across: Milkbreath, her belly already' swollen with next year's calf. And of course she'd taken Splayfoot's side.

"Don't be so greedy, Longtusk! She's a growing calf. Go find your own willow. You ought to help her, not bully her . . . "

And so on. It had done Longtusk no good at all to point out, perfectly reasonably, that as he had found the little tree it was in fact his willow and the one in the wrong here was Splayfoot, not him. His mother had just pushed him away with a brush of her mighty flank.

The rest of the Family had been there, watching: even Skyhump the Matriarch, his own great-grandmother, head of the Family, surrounded by her daughters and granddaughters with their calves squirming for milk and warmth and comfort. Skyhump had looked stately and magnificent, great curtains of black-brown hair sweeping down from the pronounced hump on her back that had given the Matriarch her name. She had rumbled something to the Cows around her, and they had raised their trunks in amusement.

They had been mocking him. Him, Longtusk!

At twelve years old, though he still had much growing to do, Longtusk was already as tall as all but the oldest of the Cows in his Family. And his tusks were the envy of many an adult Bull -- well, they would be if he ever got to meet any -- great sweeping spirals of ivory that curved around before him until they almost met, a massive, tangible weight that pulled at his head.

He was Longtusk. He would live forever, and he was destined to become a hero as great as any in the Cycle, the greatest hero of them all. He was sure of it. Look at his mighty tusks, the tusks of a warrior! And he raised them now in mock challenge, even though there was no one here to see.

Couldn't those foolish Cows understand? It was just unendurable.

But now he heard his mother calling for him. Grumbling, growling, he made his way back to her.

The Cows had clustered around Skyhump, their Matriarch, and were walking northward in a loose " slow cluster. They grazed steppe grass as they walked, for mammoths must feed for most of the day, and they left behind compact trails of dung.

The Clan stretched around him as far as the eye could see, right across the landscape to east and west, a wave of muscle and fat and deep brown hair patiently washing northward. Skyhump's small Family of little more than twenty individuals -- Cows with their calves and a few young males -- was linked to the greater Clan by the kinship of sisters and daughters and female cousins. Where they passed, the mammoths cut swathes through the tall green-gold grass, and the ground shuddered with their footsteps.

Longtusk felt a brief surge of pride and affection. This was his Clan, and it was, after all, a magnificent thing to be part of it -- to be a mammoth.

But now here was his mother, shadowed by that pest Splayfoot, and his sense of belonging dissipated.

Milkbreath slapped his rump with her trunk, as if he were still a calf himself. "Where have you been? ... Never mind. Can't you see we're getting separated from the Family? We have to hear what she has to say."

"Who? Skyhump?"

Milkbreath snorted. "No. Pinkface. The Matriarch of Matriarchs. Don't you know anything? ... Never mind. Come on!"

So Longtusk hurried after his mother.

They joined a cluster of Cows, tall and old: Matriarchs all, slow and stately in their years and wisdom. He was much too short to see past them.

But his mother was entranced. "Look," she said softly. "There she is. They say she is a direct descendant of the great Kilukpuk. They say she was burned in a great blaze made by the Fireheads, and she was the only one of her Family to survive..."

He could still see nothing. But when he shut out the noise -- the squeal of calves, the constant background thunder of mammoths walking, eating, defecating -- he could hear... Longtusk. Copyright � by Stephen Baxter. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Stephen Baxter is an acclaimed, multiple-award-winning author whose many books include the Xeelee sequence, the Time Odyssey trilogy (written with Arthur C. Clarke), and The Time Ship, a sequel to H. G. Wells's classic The Time Machine. He lives in England.

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Longtusk (Mammoth Series #2) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 16,000 BC, the world is in flux as species struggle for supremacy while the ice retreats. Woolly mammoths remain gentle giants working together in clans. The mammoths share a language that enables them to communicate with one another. They understand who is friend and who is the enemy and work for a common cause as their environment changes making survival the ultimate goal.

Like most males his age Longtusk believes he will do great things. He ignores his clan¿s leadership, both the matriarchal and male elders. He begins his quest for greatness, but barely survives a deadly fire. Separated from his mates, Longtusk, joins a tribe of Neanderthals, but they fall prey to the dangerously clever human Fireheads. Now a prisoner, Longtusk becomes a slave working next to other domesticated animals. As Longtusk laments his fate, his ¿people¿ are in deep trouble from a changing ecosystem and the cunning Fireheads.

LONGTUSK, the second tale in the ¿Mammoth¿ trilogy, is an exciting prehistoric science fiction novel in which Stephen Baxter provides human traits to the mammoths. The story line never slows down as a different world comes to life even as the realization creeps into the minds of the mammoths and Neanderthals that the Fireheads are gaining control. Though some major subplots seem identical to the first novel (see SILVERHAIR), fans of the sub-genre will enjoy the novel and its Wooley hero.

Harriet Klausner