People of the Masks [NOOK Book]

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As the prophets have foretold, a child of power has been born unto the Turtle People of the Iroquois Nation. The Elders call him False Face Child, for he is the son of a powerful forest spirit. A living talisman, the child has inhuman eyes—black mirrors, ageless and deep—and all fear him.

All but Jumping Badger, the most powerful war leader of the Bear People. He destroys an entire village to take the boy to use as a spiritual weapon. But his triumph is short-lived. The Bear ...

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As the prophets have foretold, a child of power has been born unto the Turtle People of the Iroquois Nation. The Elders call him False Face Child, for he is the son of a powerful forest spirit. A living talisman, the child has inhuman eyes—black mirrors, ageless and deep—and all fear him.

All but Jumping Badger, the most powerful war leader of the Bear People. He destroys an entire village to take the boy to use as a spiritual weapon. But his triumph is short-lived. The Bear People suffer terrible visions and hear the voices of the spirits. Strange ailments and mysterious deaths take them one by one.

Though he is a seer, False Face Child is also a sad and lonely young boy named Rumbler. Twelve-year-old Wren befriends him and together they escape across the winter landscape of New York and Ontario with Jumping Badger close behind. He now fears the boy’s power and seeks to kill him. Their only hope is to stay alive long enough to find Rumbler’s legendary father, known only as The Disowned.


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Library Journal
Great trouble begins for two tribes in what is now northeastern North America when Jumping Badger, a sadistic war leader, raids and destroys Paint Rock village and kidnaps the dwarf child Rumbler, whose power in the spirit world is legendary. Blue Raven, Jumping Badger's cousin, believes that the tribes need to work together to survive attacks from fiercer enemies. But as warriors begin to die, Rumbler is accused of casting evil spells, and Blue Raven can no longer protect him. Little Wren, a young village girl, realizes that Rumbler's only hope for survival is for her to help him escape through the wintry forests. In their latest novel of prehistoric American Indians (e.g., People of the Mist, LJ 2/1/98), the Gears spin a fascinating, heart-rending tale of two children fighting for their lives and making an everlasting impact on the fate of their tribes. Recommended. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 7/98.]--Mary Ellen Elsbernd, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights
Kirkus Reviews
Tenth historical epic in the First North Americans Series (People of the Mist, 1998, etc.) by archaeologists Gear and Gear, this time focusing on pre-Colombian peoples living in whatns now New York and Ontario. Framing the story is the modern-day discovery of ceramics and human remains identified by one overweening archaeologist as Iroquoiannwhile an equally strong-minded female archaeologist calls them Algongkian, or Princess Point. Anyway, they date somewhere in the range of a.d. 500 to 1000. The novel proper tells of elderly tribal shaman Silver Sparrow's failure to Dream and foresee a great raid by the Walksalong Villagers on Turtle Nation's Paint Rock Village to kidnap the nine-year-old dwarf child Rumbler, known also as False Face Childna very great Dreamer who can draw prophetic Power down from the skies and forecast major events. The murderous Jumping Badger leads the raid, kills the boy's mother, burns Paint Rock Village to ashes, and carries the prophet child off to Wallksalong Village, which is part of the Bear Nation. The Bear Nation cultivates crops, lives in fortified villages of long-houses, and pushes against Turtle Nation, forcing them either to move or else blend their small-house villages with Bear-Turtle villages. When Jumping Badger's warriors begin mysteriously dying, Rumbler, his hands tied together, is condemned to die on winter-whipped Lost Hill. Wren, a Walksalong girl three years older than he, helps him to escape into icy forests. But when Jumping Badger at last captures Wren
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Praise for Kathleen O’Neal Gear and W. Michael Gear and the Novels of North America’s Forgotten Past

“The multitalented Gears, husband-and-wife archaeologists and best-selling authors, score a literary bull’s-eye as they weave another vivid narrative thread into their stunning tapestry of Native Americana….The Gears continue do a magnificent job of advancing a fascinating historical chronicle via action, adventure, and archaeology.”—Booklist on People of the Longhouse

“Rich in cultural detail….Both longtime fans and newcomers will be satisfied. Another fine entry in an ambitious, long-running series.”—Kirkus Reviews on People of the Longhouse

“Set in the 1300s largely in what is now Alabama and Mississippi, this complex novel tracks three wanderers’ quest to create peace in violent times. Blended with the carefully drawn suspense of court intrigues, colorful characters and sharp plot twists, this is a terrific tale.”—Publishers Weekly on People of the Thunder

People of the Raven, at one level, is the re-creation of a lost and forgotten civilization by two noted archaeologists. But this story of Kennewick Man also involves an important legal battle pending in the U.S. Supreme Court and is a good read for those of us intrigued by the earliest Americans.”—Tony Hillerman, New York Times bestselling author

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466817920
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 12/28/2010
  • Series: North America's Forgotten Past , #10
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 132,350
  • File size: 2 MB

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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People of the Masks
The Winter of Crying Rocks. Moon of Frozen Leaves.Dreams. Strange Dreams ... 
I hear a child's footsteps running through deep sand. The pace is halting, erratic, as if the child turns frequently to look over his shoulder.I see the grains sink beneath his weight as 'he approaches.Sand blows.But there is no child.There is only blood red sunlight falling through gaps in the clouds.The steps run up to me, and I reach out, desperate to touch him.But my hands find air.Cold. Unbearably red.My wife ... my former wife ... told me that when a child dies, somewhere in the world, the desert grows. The sand takes another step.From the moment of my young son's death, the sand has been walking in my heart. Relentless. Tramping out every spark of life that dares to flicker.The more I struggle against the sand, the stronger it grows, sucking me down into some unfathomable darkness that lives in my heart.Gods, I miss my son.And my wife.It makes it harder that she is alive, breathing, her heart beating.Even worse ...I know that somewhere in the terrible smothering darkness lies a well of strength.But to find it I will have to leap into the abyss, and gaze nakedly upon the darkness.What a coward I am.A broken miserable coward.So ...All day, every day, the desert walks in me.And I walk in the desert.OnePale Cloud Giants sailed westward, their bellies gilded with the hues of morning. Against the sere blue winter sky, they seemed to be huge animals fleeing the newborn glare cast by Grandfather Day Maker's face.Silver Sparrow glanced at them, and followed their lead, heading west. The cool air carried the scents of wet earth and frozen bark. He inhaled deeply as he tramped up the frosty trail through the forest.Huge hickory trees towered above him, their bare limbs stark. Among the branches birds flitted and sang, creating a pleasant serenade. When he reached the top of the hill, he turned to look back at the black tracery of shadows painting the forest. The filigree wavered, rushing toward him when the wind blew, then flying away before he could reach out to touch it. His knees shook badly. He'd seen fifty-three winters, and felt each one this morning. Long white hair swayed around his owlish face as he braced his feet to keep standing. Three days of fasting and praying had weakened his body, but his souls floated in euphoria, like bits of cattail down sailing on a warm autumn breeze.He started to turn back to the trail, but movement caught his eye. He squinted. Something blue flashed through the trees.Sparrow stood quietly, waiting.A man emerged. He wore a pack on his back, beneathhis cape, and it made him look like a hunchback. Their people made a variety of winter garments: capes, heavy coats, short jackets. Each person had their own preferences."Oh, no," Sparrow whispered to himself. "Blessed ancestors, not today. Not when I so desperately need to be alone."Tall Blue climbed the hill. His waist-length black hair gleamed with each step. The blue designs painted around the hem of his buckskin cape flashed as he walked through the streaks of sunlight. Twenty-seven winters old, he had a long straight nose and wide mouth. He also had a reputation for valor. No doubt the reason he'd been chosen for this task."I am seeking a vision!" Sparrow shouted at the top of his lungs, startling the birds into silence. "I don't care what's happened, Blue!"Sparrow turned and forced his rubbery legs to carry him down the trail and across a meadow, hoping to outdistance the young man dogging his steps. Voles and mice leaped through the grass at the sound of his moccasins, scurrying for cover.Sparrow shook his head in disgust. He hadn't the strength to engage in a lengthy conversation about anything. This had to be Dust Moon's doing. She was forever trying to sabotage his vision quests. The worst part was, as matron of Earth Thunderer Village, she had the right."Elder?" Tall Blue called in a deep apologetic voice. "Wait. Please?"Sparrow pushed his legs harder, crunching over frozen leaves."Go home, Blue!"Tall Blue spread his arms, as if helpless to comply.Legs wobbling, Sparrow went to a fallen log andslumped down atop it, yelling, "The Spirits are watching you, Tall Blue. Do you know this? They are watching and saying, 'Look at that young war leader annoying his elders. What shall we do with him?'"Tall Blue smiled. Sparrow had said similar words to him many times when Tall Blue had been a gangly growing boy."I am not here of my own choice, Elder. You must know this.""Yes, of course. But for the sake of your great-grandmother's ghost, Blue, you also know I need to be alone! Why did you allow Dust Moon to bully you into coming?""Patron Buffalo Skull also asked me to speak with you, Elder."A pinecone rested on the log a short distance away. Sparrow picked it up and threw it at the war leader. Tall Blue dodged the cone, gave Sparrow an indignant look, and continued walking.He stopped ten paces in front of Sparrow. "Forgive me, Elder. I really do carry important news from our clan leaders."Sparrow folded his arms. "But mostly from Dust Moon, correct? What happened? Did she discover a boil and wishes me to come and Dance over it?"Embarrassed by the lightness with which Sparrow took their clan matron's wishes, Tall Blue lowered his gaze and blinked at the ground. "A passing Trader stopped and told us some terrible things."Sparrow heaved a breath, but didn't answer. It was always something.Tall Blue shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I know this is a distraction, Elder, but I must speak with you."Sparrow's chest tightened. A distraction! Dust Moonmust have told him that. Tall Blue would never think of something so ridiculous by himself. For the Earth Thunderer Clan, nothing was more important than seeking guidance from the Spirit World. Including impending warfare ... which was surely why Tall Blue had come.Sparrow closed his eyes, grumbled something unpleasant, then gestured to the log. "Sit down, Blue. What is it?"Tall Blue sat down beside Sparrow, and his young face turned grim. "It's the Walksalong Clan, Elder.""Of course it is. What's Jumping Badger done now?"For five winters, Jumping Badger, the war leader of Walksalong Village, had been terrorizing people for a moon's walk."He attacked Sleeping Mist Village. At most that's--""Three days' run from here." Sparrow knotted his fists and shook them at nothing. "And Dust Moon is afraid we will be next. Yes?""Yes, Elder.""I don't know what she expects me to do about it, Blue. Curse them and pray they turn on each other instead of us?"Earth Thunderer Clan was part of the Turtle Nation. Peaceful hunters and gatherers, the Turtle clans moved their small villages often, following the game, or visiting different root grounds or nut groves. Their distant relatives, the Bear Nation, saw this as a weakness. They'd started openly attacking Turtle villages, pushing the people farther and farther away from the animals and plants they needed to survive, taking the land for themselves.The Turtle clans had to fight back. Soon. And Sparrow had to give them his best advice. He couldn't do that until he'd spoken to his Spirit Helper. This was not a matter for human beings. They had done all they could.Only the Spirits could resolve this problem.Tall Blue's moccasins crunched the frozen snow at the base of the log. "Elder?" he said. "You have been in the forest for three nights. Has your Spirit Helper appeared?""No.""No?""No!"The truth had been eating at him. Ordinarily his Helper came to him on the second day of questing. This was the beginning of the fourth day, and he hadn't even--"Matron Dust Moon said he probably hadn't," Tall Blue glibly informed him. "That's why she felt it would be all right to disturb your quest."Idly, Sparrow wondered what would happen if he marched into Earth Thunderer Village and bashed Dust in the head with a war club."So." Tall Blue slapped his palms on his knees. "I have come to ask you to return to the village. Matron Dust Moon said that right after you've given words in council you can return to your quest."Sparrow just stared.Dust had never undertaken a vision quest. She did not know the bitter cold that settled in the soul, or the effect that going without food or water for days had on the body. She could not even imagine the wrenching despair that consumed a Dreamer who feared he might fail.Sparrow wet his chapped lips. They tasted of dried blood and salty tears. "Do you have any notion what Matron Dust Moon would say if you'd just brought her this message after she'd been praying and fasting for days?"Tall Blue tilted his head. "I--""She'd tell you to go throw yourself off a cliff, which is what I ought to do.""Elder," Tall Blue said in exasperation. "The matron is not as horrible as you suppose.""Don't tell me that." He narrowed his eyes. "I lived with her for thirty-five winters, Blue. I know the twisted paths her thoughts take."Wind Mother whistled above Sparrow, and a shower of snowflakes fell from the trees, glittering, onto his white hair and cape. He feebly brushed at them. "You may tell my former wife that I will be home as soon as I've finished my quest. Not before."Tall Blue nodded dejectedly. "I will, of course, do as you say, Elder. I just hope she doesn't come looking for you herself."Blue shrugged out of his pack and pulled it onto the log between them. As he loosened the laces and began to dig around inside, the sweet scent of roasted corn rose. "Forgive me, Elder. I'll leave as soon as I've eaten. I've been searching for you since early yesterday."Sparrow's belly groaned at the sweet aroma of corn cakes filled with roasted hickory nuts. It occurred to him that the scent was achingly familiar. He lifted a brow. "Dust Moon made those for you, didn't she?""Why, yes, Elder," Tall Blue said around a bite. "How did you know?""Because they're my favorites, that's why." Through gritted teeth, Sparrow said, "I swear she's the spawn of witches."Tall Blue finished his first cake, and started on a second. Crumbs fell down the front of his cape.Sparrow should have known Dust would do something like this.Only five nights before she had arrived at his house, and announced that she'd just spoken to a runner who'd told her he'd seen Bear Nation warriors massing--as if preparing for a major attack. Dust had informed Sparrowthat, in this time of uncertainty, he ought to strive to be useful: "Go seek a vision. Your people need good advice. Not the sort of pathetic drivel you usually give."Sparrow slitted one eye and studied Tall Blue. "She's trying to shove me into madness, Blue. First she orders me to seek a vision, then she sends you to interrupt my efforts. What's next? Water hemlock in my food?""I am sorry, Elder," Tall Blue said as he chewed his corn cake. "I knew you would not be happy to see me. I have so often heard you speak of the difficulties of the quest: the hunger, the thirst and loneliness. Are you lonely?"Sparrow lifted a shoulder noncommittally. He was, of course. Desperately.Tall Blue finished his cake, let out a satisfied sigh, and pulled the laces closed on his pack. "I'm leaving now, Elder. Are you certain you will not come with me?"Sparrow stuffed his fists into the pockets of his beautifully painted elkhide coat. Its red spirals and dark green trees gleamed in the branch-filtered sunlight. "If I give in to the temptation, my Helper will be angry. He may never appear to me again."Tall Blue slipped the pack straps over his shoulders and shrugged it into position. "Perhaps that's why he hasn't come to speak with you yet. He's already angry with you.""Really? What would make you think so?""Well, I--I don't know, of course," Tall Blue stammered, "but Matron Dust Moon said--""Blessed Spirits! If you wish to know something about me, ask me!"Tall Blue wiped the crumbs from his hands, and watched them drop onto the forest floor. "I should have, Elder. You are right."Sparrow shifted to look at Blue. "What did she say?"Tall Blue gazed at him askance. "Well, Elder, you ... you do realize that you've wakened the village many times over the past moon, do you not?""Yes.""Your cries have frightened people, Elder. You always sound as if you are in great torment. Matron Dust Moon said your wicked Spirit Helper was probably torturing you again."Sparrow squeezed his eyes closed. He often jerked awake at night, drenched in sweat, moaning, and in excruciating pain. He wakened feeling physically exhausted, as if warriors had been beating him with clubs all night. He knew what it meant. It was his Helper's way of issuing a call. One that Sparrow could not refuse.Sparrow opened his eyes and squinted at the bare branches over his head. "Not the spawn of witches," he said. "The spawn of bird droppings, of snake semen, of--""Elder." Tall Blue studied the tight line of Sparrow's mouth. "Please return with me. If you wish to begin your quest again after the council meeting, you are free to do so."In the sudden silence, the chirping of the birds seemed louder, the wind through the bare branches more shrill. The forest smelled rich and pungent this morning."Very well." Tall Blue sighed. "Perhaps you might give me a possible time when your quest will end?""I am too terrified to guess.""You? Terrified? You are a great holy man. What could frighten you?""Well--" Sparrow made an airy gesture. "To begin with, Blue, I'm afraid that I'll finish my vision quest without seeing a Spirit Helper, and it will prove Matron Dust Moon's theory that I'm just demented, not a Dreamer. I'm also worried that we might have to go towar soon. And, if you really want to know, I'm very frightened by this pain in my chest." Sparrow touched the spot between his breasts.Tall Blue said, "Your heart?""I don't know."Blue sat down on the log again, and examined Sparrow more closely. "Does it hurt all the time?""No.""Does it hurt now?"Sparrow shook his head.Tall Blue murmured, "Have you been witched? Should we call a shaman?"Sparrow smiled, and his chapped lips broke open. Blood trickled warmly down his chin. "No," he said as he wiped it away. "I actually think it's a good thing, that the pain comes from my Spirit Helper."Tall Blue seemed to relax a little. "I've heard that elders often suffer curious pains. My great-grandfather used to wince every time he--""I doubt that it's the same thing, Blue. Did his pain have golden eyes?"Tall Blue closed his mouth. He didn't answer for a time. "I don't think so.""My pain has eyes. They sparkle at me in my dreams.""How long have you been seeing these eyes?""About seven moons."A swallow went down Blue's throat. He seemed to be nerving himself to ask his next question. "Elder, perhaps we should send a runner for Rumbler. I'm certain the False Face Child could tell you if this 'thing' is good or bad."Rumbler, the dwarf boy who lived two nights to the north in Paint Rock Village, had great Power. He terrifiedmost people, including Sparrow, and Sparrow loved the little boy with all his heart and souls."I'm sure Rumbler has more important things to do than worry about an old man's pains." To emphasize his point, Sparrow groaned as he stretched his aching back muscles. "Go home now, Blue. I'm having a difficult vision quest. I need to concentrate."Tall Blue rose to his feet. "Very well, Elder."But the young war leader stood with his brows lowered, peering worriedly at Sparrow.Sparrow pointed. "Just follow your own footprints in the snow, Blue."Blue gave him an irritated look, as though that were not news to him. "I pray your Spirit Helper arrives soon, Elder.""So do I."Tall Blue nodded, and walked away. Sparrow watched him wade through the frosty meadow grass, toward the trail back to Earth Thunderer Village.Sparrow braced his shaking arms on his knees. The past three days had taken a greater toll on his strength than he'd thought. He inhaled several deep breaths and let them out slowly while he scanned the forest. The slant of sunlight had changed. Its flaxen veils fell through the trees, glittering and twinkling. Where they struck the ground, it steamed.Sparrow forced his legs to hold him as he rose, and headed toward the crest of the hill.Pines flanked the way, their fragrance heavy on the breeze. The trail curved around a boulder, then wove through a tangle of deadfall and onto a flat stone ledge. Sparrow made it to the ledge and bent over to catch his breath. Lungs heaving, he barely heard the change in the timbre of Wind Mother's voice. It had gone from a faintwhimper to a deep-throated growl. When the distant cry of a wolf carried to him, Sparrow turned, his long white hair whipping around his wrinkled face. High-pitched and haunting, the mournful call tingled his spine.Deadfall cracked behind Sparrow.He turned, expecting to see Tall Blue again, but only flailing tree limbs met his gaze. Frigid wind flapped his collar around his throat.He heard it again, to his left, twigs snapping beneath heavy feet, closer this time.Blessed gods, I didn't lure a cougar, did I? Or a disgruntled moose? He slowly turned around. The brown leaves that clung to the hardwoods fluttered, creating a gorgeous interplay of light and shadow. Maybe it's just a deer, or ...A new sound reached his ears, low, rhythmic, like the panting of an animal, rushing toward him.The hair on Sparrow's neck prickled. He backed away.The breathing seemed to come from everywhere at once, as though it lived in Wind Mother's heart.His gaze darted from one shadow to the next. "There's nothing there!" he roughly told himself. "Nothing. Look around! You're just--"Branches exploded over his head. Sparrow hit the ground on his belly, crawling for cover. When he'd made it into a shelter of tangled limbs, he looked up.Near the pointed top of the pine, a squirrel sat, working its jaws. Bits of debris floated down. Sparrow struggled to see what the little animal was eating, then a pinecone fell, producing a breathy sound as it tumbled through the air, and cracks when it struck lower limbs.The forest had gone quiet, the sunlight almost too brilliant to bear. Sparrow wanted to laugh. He rolled to hisback, and took a few moments to satisfy his starving lungs. "Blessed gods," he cried, "I can be such a fool."From the air around him, an eerie childish voice whispered, "Yes, you can."Sparrow's blood turned to ice.Copyright © 1998 by Kathleen O'Neal Gear and W. Michael Gear
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    Sweet and Adventurous

    A great story about a boy and girls' courage. The story was filled with twists and turns. I found it hard to put down. I'm glad that the Gear's have written many other books.

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    ok book

    this book is ok. it's not as exciting as gear's other books.

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