People of the Mist [NOOK Book]


With People of the Mist, the Gears take us to the Chesapeake Bay of six hundred years ago, when the unprovoked and brutal murder of a young woman on the eve of her wedding threatens to turn the entire Algonquin Nation against itself in a brutal war that could destroy them as a people.

No ordinary woman, Red Knot was the heir to the Greenstone clan and the future leader of the independent villages. Her death has shattered all alliances and ...
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With People of the Mist, the Gears take us to the Chesapeake Bay of six hundred years ago, when the unprovoked and brutal murder of a young woman on the eve of her wedding threatens to turn the entire Algonquin Nation against itself in a brutal war that could destroy them as a people.

No ordinary woman, Red Knot was the heir to the Greenstone clan and the future leader of the independent villages. Her death has shattered all alliances and left a power void which several ambitious clan chiefs see as their destiny to fill. The very air vibrates with the drums and war cries of the rallying warriors.

Into the eye of this brewing storm steps the bitter old man they call The Panther. Feared as a sorcerer, The Panther is the only one with the power to demand to be heard by all. But as he digs deeper into the ever-thickening web of lies surrounding the murder, and uncovers darker, more deeply rooted secrets, he fears there may be no words to stop the impending bloodshed.

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Library Journal
Knowing that her granddaughter, Red Knot, loves High Fox does not keep Hunting Hawk, the Greenstone Clan tribal leader, from promising her in marriage to Copper Thunder, a powerful chieftain of another clan. When Red Knot is murdered before the marriage takes place, chaos erupts, and High Fox is fingered as the assassin. High Fox's trump card is Sun Conch, who begs the Panther to leave his isolated dwelling and help her absolve High Fox of the crime. The Panther, a mysterious elder whom many fear and call a witch, joins the fray, and thus begins the unfolding of an intricate drama. Masters of the Native American historical fiction genre, the Gears focus on the pre-Columbian Chesapeake Bay Native Americans in the ninth book of their "First North Americans" series. Suffused with suspense, their imaginative story offers a fascinating portrait of an ancient matrilineal culture. Highly recommended. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 7/97.]Mary Ellen Elsbernd, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights
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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: 9781466817814
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 12/28/2010
  • Series: North America's Forgotten Past , #9
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 576
  • Sales rank: 96,190
  • 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 holds a master's degree in archaeology and has worked as a professional archaeologist since 1978. He is principal investigator for Wind River Archaeological Consultants.  Together they have written the North America’s Forgotten Past series (People of the Longhouse, The Dawn Country, People of the Mist, People of the Wolf, among others); and the Anasazi Mysteries series. The Gears live in Thermopolis, WY.
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People of the Mist
There Is a ShadowI tell you truly, the source of life's greatest delights and glories is Death. It is our soul.Bright and shining.Yes, I know, you have been taught all of your life that the soul is some mysterious, hidden being, like a cloaked child secreted in a corner of your mind, but that is a lie.Death is soul.Anyone who is truly alive knows this. He can feel Death staring from his eyes every moment, watching, reminding him, making him cherish each breath.Sunrises are beautiful because Death knows sunsets. Spring is glorious because Death knows winter.Why, then, do so few of us see the murderer within?The terrors of the world are not outside. They are his.The dark abyss that is always about to swallow us belongs to him.He is curious, a wanderer, walking in the emptiness, his steps silent. His cries mute. His grief unending.We all glimpse him at one time or another, his shadow tiptoeing around inside us, and are afraid.We know that shadows cannot exist without light.Shadows live on light.I tell you again, my friend, Death is our bright and shining soul.And the soul casts a shadow.He is always there. Dark. And terrifyingly alive.He stares through our eyes. He moves when we move. He touches those we love. 
... We must be vigilant.OneRed Knot stopped where the palisade overlapped to form a protective entrance to Flat Pearl Village. Here, defenders could remain sheltered and shoot attacking warriors restricted in the narrow space between the posts. She stared nervously out into the morning, hesitant at stepping from the palisade's security. What she was doing wasn't wrong. She told herself that over and over.The sky had grayed with the new dawn and mist ghosted over the calm water in the inlet. To her right, the canoes down at the sandy landing were barely visible, their outlines blurred by the clinging haze. Above the canoe landing, the gardens lay fallow now, the corn and beans harvested from withered brown plants. Here and there, grass-thatched houses stood among the fields. Gentle streamers of blue smoke rose from the smoke holes in their roofs. Beyond the gardens, at the foot of the tree-covered ridge, the stubbly cornfields gave way to the thick forest.Red Knot glanced back at Flat Pearl Village. The longhouses, the House of the Dead, and the storage buildings stood silently in the gloom, their rounded shapes reminding her of hunchbacked monsters.Grandmother Hunting Hawk's brown-and-white dog watched her with pricked ears. Like her mistress, the animal was worn by the years, her joints swollen and painful. She hobbled a few paces and studied Red Knot with mild curiosity.Odd, Red Knot thought. Hunting Hawk usually kept the old bitch close to her bed on cool mornings like this. Why was the dog out wandering? With so many people in the village, perhaps the animal was just on edge.Red Knot studied the path she would have to take. Time was running out. She cocked her ear, listening. Not a sound came from the houses behind her, or from the predawn forest surrounding the village and its fields. Soon, however, the winter birds would begin to sing, and the village to stir. The honored guests would be fed before starting off.The guests--all had come to Flat Pearl Village in her honor. Red Knot clamped her jaw in determination. Echoes of her grandmother's endless lectures spun through her head. Honor. Duty. Respect. They blurred into meaningless words.I owe something to myself. I can't be what they want me to be, go where they want me to go. Memories of Copper Thunder's face haunted her. Even in relaxed moments, he looked more like a cunning witch than a man. If the thought of him even touching her brought a twist of revulsion to her stomach, how could she allow him to mount her? She might be Shell Comb's daughter, but the very thought of taking her rightful place and stepping into that tangled web sickened her.Her village, clan, and family--she was letting them all down. Red Knot closed her eyes, imagining the gray world around her, damp, cold, and misty. Like everything else in my life.She knotted her fist in the cloak that covered her shoulders, and slipped out of the palisade. Her moccasin-clad feet walked silently and swiftly, cutting across the frosted gardens. As she hurried, she could just see her breath in the half-light.The winter-bare trees along the riverbank lay no more than two bow shots ahead. Once she reached them, shewould have taken the first step toward freedom, and a brighter future.I am a woman now. The thought stuck in her mind. And, yes, she felt different--but oddly the same. Four days past, she'd stepped out of the Women's House, the menstrual lodge, for the first time. She had been ritually washed and decked out in resplendent finery. Her face still stung from the new tattoos on her chin and cheeks.In response to the runners who had been sent out at the onset of her cramps, guests had arrived from the surrounding villages. Speeches had been given, and gifts exchanged. Her clan had prepared a marvelous feast in her honor, the wooden dishes piled high with venison, duck, oysters, roasted corn, steaming tuckahoe, and smoked fish.To everyone's amazement, Copper Thunder, accompanied by four canoes of warriors, had arrived on the last day of the celebration.Red Knot had danced before him and the rest of the honored guests. Despite the presence of Copper Thunder, she had danced for young High Fox, her steps driven by desperation as his eyes gleamed for her.As she thought of him, her heart quickened. Now, or never, she had to take this one chance at happiness. What would happen, how it would all work out, she had no idea; but others had done as she was doing. They had become legendary among her passionate people. Their stories were sung in the Weroansqua's Great House. Perhaps, one day, songs would be sung about Red Knot and High Fox, and the love that had driven them to abandon their clans.She hurried through the trees, darting between the boles. To her right, water lapped at the sandy shore. To her left, she could see the dim haze of one of Hunting Hawk's cornfields. Once past that, she would head left,skirting the cleared land, and climb the steep ridge on the old deer trail."I'll be waiting at Oyster Shell Landing." High Fox's words echoed. His solemn eyes haunted her, his handsome face radiating love. "Meet me at first light."No, this wasn't wrong. Not in the eyes of the gods. They only reacted in rage over lying, murder, or that most horrible of crimes, incest.She ran, feet pattering on the damp leaf mat. Over the years all the fallen branches had been scavenged for cooking fires, so she need only worry about roots that might trip her.She almost missed the trail, but, heart beating, she sprinted up the steep winding path, her breath beginning to labor. The white-tailed deer had originally forged this route down to the cornfields, but they ran it no longer. Her people had all but hunted them out on the narrow neck of land surrounding the village. Now, only occasional deer raided the fields, and they did so at risk of an arrow. Was it not better to have the deer in the people's belly than their corn in the deer's?She panted up the ridge, and thanked the Spirits that they had granted this warm spell and held off the snow that would have betrayed her tracks. Her toes drove into the soft, mulched soil.When she reached the great beech tree, its smooth bark marred by the years, she stopped to catch her breath. Six men would have to stretch fingertip to fingertip to reach around the tree's circumference. She stepped past the beech, out onto the rounded ridgetop, into the shade of the other forest giants. A robin chirped in the high canopy of bare branches, and a squirrel skittered across the fallen leaves.Morning was coming. She had to hurry.Red Knot took a deep breath, and started forward. Shehad only to cross the ridgetop, then descend the steep path on the other side to the--"Just as I thought," a familiar voice called from behind her. "It's all in the blood."Red Knot spun, gasping, the worst of her fears suddenly realized, as a blanket-wrapped figure stepped from the deep morning shadows behind a walnut tree. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in your ..."The blanketed assailant moved with uncanny speed. Red Knot glimpsed the war club, heard it whistle as it sliced the air ... .The loud crack of breaking bone echoed across the quiet misty hills.Copyright © 1997 by Kathleen O'Neal Gear and W. Michael Gear
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2004

    Great Read!

    Excellent murder-mystery and very informative regarding prehistoric culture of the Chesapeake Bay region. Strong, unique characters and plenty of political intrigue.

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