The Gears continue their superbly researched and rendered North America's Forgotten Past series. People of the Thunder is a good place to jump in and begin enjoying the authors' talents.
People of the Wolfby Kathleen O'Neal Gear, W. Michael Gear
In the dawn of history, a valiant people forged a pathway from an old world into a new one. Led by a dreamer who followed the spirit of the wolf, a handful of courageous men and women dared to cross the frozen wastes to find an untouched, unspoiled continent. Set in what is now Alaska, this is the magnificent saga of the vision-filled man who led his people to an… See more details below
In the dawn of history, a valiant people forged a pathway from an old world into a new one. Led by a dreamer who followed the spirit of the wolf, a handful of courageous men and women dared to cross the frozen wastes to find an untouched, unspoiled continent. Set in what is now Alaska, this is the magnificent saga of the vision-filled man who led his people to an awesome destiny, and the courageous woman whose love and bravery drove them on in pursuit of that dream.
A sweeping epic of prehistory, People of the Wolf is another compelling novel in the majestic North America's Forgotten Past series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O'Neal Gear.
The Gears continue their superbly researched and rendered North America's Forgotten Past series. People of the Thunder is a good place to jump in and begin enjoying the authors' talents.
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People of the Wolf
The Long Dark continued, unending, eating their souls.
Wind Woman whipped across the frozen drifts, whirling wreaths of snow into the arctic night. In her fury, she blasted the mammoth-hide shelters of the People with a gust that battered the frozen skins over the head of the one called Runs In Light.
Blinking awake, he listened to the howling gale. Around him, the others of the People huddled in their thick robes, deep asleep. Someone snored softly. Cold, so cold ... An uncontrollable shiver made him wish they had more fat to burn in the fire hole, but it was gone. Seventeen Long Darks hadn't put much muscle on his skinny bones to start withand famine had wasted the rest.
Even old Broken Branch muttered that she'd never seen a winter like this.
Carried on the wind, a faint whimpering came from behind the shelters. Some animal scratched for food scraps the People had long since chipped from the ice. Wolf?
Heart pounding with hope, Runs In Light traced chill-stiff fingers over his atlatithe ornately carved throwing stick used by the People to catapult stone-tipped darts. He squirmed outfrom under frosty hides. Creeping tendrils of cold stroked the last warm places on his body as, bent low, he stepped silently over fur-wrapped sleepers. Even in the icy air, the stink of the shelteroccupied for monthscame to his nose.
Buried under the hides, Laughing Sunshine's baby squeaked its hunger. A spear of sound, its pain reflected in Runs In Light's pinched expression.
"Where are you, Father Sun?" he demanded harshly, tightening his grip on the atlatl until his fingers ached. Then, like a seal through an ice hole, he wiggled under the crawl flap. Wind Woman rushed down from the black northwest, shoving him backward. He steadied himself against the shelter, squinting into the lighter darkness beyond. Snow crystals chittered mutedly on the packed ice.
Wolf's muffled sounds came again, claws scratching at something buried in the snow.
Runs In Light circled, following the lee of a drift, hoping Wind Woman would keep his scent from wolf's keen nose. On hands and knees, he crawled to the top of the drift and slithered over the crest on his belly. Dark against the stained snow, wolf struggled to dig Flies Like A Seagull's body from the clinging ice.
He bowed his head in sorrow.
He'd found his mother frozen in her robes a week before. Echoes of her stories would haunt his mind forever, voice warm as she told him the ways of the People. He smiled wistfully, remembering the light in her eyes as she chanted of the great Dreamers: of Heron and Sun Walker and other legendary heroes of the People. How soft and caring her hand had been as it resettled the furs around a younger and happier Runs In Light's cold face.
A bitter chill touched his soul as he saw a more recent visage of her toothless death rictusher frost-grayed eyes.
So many had starved.
Too weak to do more than stumble out of the shelters, the People had carried Flies Like A Seagull's corpse only this far. Here, on the ice, they'd left her to stare at the skies, praying and singing her soul up to the Blessed Star People. Wind Woman had blown her stiff corpse over, snow drifting softly to bury heruntil wolf came to chew her frozen flesh.
The urge to rush down over the drift, screaming his rageand hurt, rose powerfully. He forced it back. Food, wolf was food.
Father Sun looks away when hunger forces hunter to stalk hunter. What had they done that He would punish them so?
Runs In Light took a deep breath, rising slowly to his knees, judging the distance.
Wolf stopped short, head coming up, pointed ears pricked. Willing himself to remain motionless, Runs In Light gauged the wind, waiting, hoping his hunger-robbed limbs wouldn't betray him this last time.
Wolf turned his head, sniffing, gaunt ribs working as he searched the wind, an uneasy presence leaving him wary.
Runs In Light cleared his thoughts, shifting his eyes slightly to the side. He breathed softly, relaxing, forcing gnawing twists of hunger from his consciousness. He himself had experienced that feeling of being watched, that subtle prickle of eyes upon him. For long moments he waited while wolf's nerves settled and the animal's gray nose dropped to gnaw the corpse again.
Runs In Light tensedthrew his weight into the atlatiand watched the dart as it arced. True to the Spirit Power he'd breathed into the shaft, it caught wolf just behind the ribs.
The animal yippeda startled leap carrying it straight up. Landing on all fours, wolf shot away into the night.
Hollow hunger voices echoed in his head as Runs In Light followed, the dark blotches of blood on the snow. He stopped, dropping to one knee. Weakly raising his atlatl, he pounded the stain to chip it loose. With a mittened hand he lifted a bit of red-splotched snow, sniffing. Gut blood, it carried the pungency of severed intestines. Burning blood, it would slow wolf, bring him to an eventual stop.
From blood smear to blood smear, he worked out the trail, growing uneasy as the distance stretched between him and camp. Wind Woman's breath shifted across the land, blowing snow to fill his tracks. The eyes of the Long Dark lay heavy and menacing upon him.
He gazed upward, murmuring to the spirits, "Leave me alone. I must find wolf. Don't eat my soul ... don't ... ." The drain on his soul abated, but the presence clung in the air, floating, waiting to see if his honor proved worthy.
In the lee of a drift, he studied the tracks. Wolf had stopped here and even lain down for a short while. A blacker patch of blood stained the snow.
Runs In Light's fingers trembled inside the heavy mittens as he used a stone dart point to carefully pry the frozen blood from the ice. Heedless of the wolf hair sticking to it, he chewed, grimacing at the gut-juice taste. Food. The first he'd enjoyed in four days.
Four days? The Dreamer's number. His mother had told him that. A day for each of the directions to bring the soul awake.
He stood, slowly scanning the landscape, whispering, "You're here, wolf. I feel your spirit close."
In the Long Dark, the white waste gleamed deep blue, shadows of purple creeping along the drifts. To the north, the land undulated, jagged peaks shining starkly in the light of the Star People above.
Eyes to the snow, he clutched his weapons: two darts, both as long as he was tall, and his atlatl, blessed by the blood of mammoth and Grandfather White Bear. He shuffled ahead, pace just fast enough to keep warm. Hunger stalked his rubbery legs as he stalked his prey.
Wind-sculpted snow wavered, shimmering in his tear-blurred eyes. How long since he'd slept? Two days?
"Dream Hunt?" he muttered hoarsely, wondering at the unreal sensations; hunger and fatigue played with his mind and senses. He staggered, dazed by his swirling balance.
"I must catch you, wolf."
The soul eaters of the Long Dark drifted closer, eerie whispers haunting his ears. He clamped his jaw tightly, crying, "The People need meat. Hear me, wolf? We're starving!"
An age-cracked voice murmured in Light's shifting memory, "Sun Father's losing his strength. Cloud Mother wraps herself around Blue Sky Man and sucks up his warmth." The old shaman, Crow Caller, had blinked, one eye black, the other white with blindness as he told the People of coming famine.
Seeing only snow, the aged leader had prophesied, "This year mammoth will die. Musk ox will die. Caribou will stay far south with buffalo. The People will wither."
And it was so. The melting time during the Long Light had barely lasted through one turning of Moon Woman's face. Then Cloud Mother had covered the skies. Constant rain and snow raged out of the north to kill the Long Light. Cold lay heavy on the land when the grasses, willows, and tundra plants should have grown tall to feed mammoth.
Crow Caller spent his time singing, praying for a Dream. The old shaman trapped Seagull once and twisted his neck four turns. The limp bird in his callused brown hands, he'd sliced through the down feathers with an obsidian blade to expose the guts. He'd peered, his one good eye gleaming, to see what news Seagull brought from so far out among the floating ice mountains on the great salt water to the north.
"Back," he had croaked. "We must go north ... back the way we came."
The People had looked at each other anxiously, remembering the ones who pursued them, the ones they called the Others: mammoth hunters like themselves, but men who murdered and chased the People from the fertile hunting grounds to the north. Could the People go back? Could they face those fierce warriors?
Onceso the elders toldthe People had lived on the other side of the huge mountains to the west. There, Father Sun had given them a wondrous land of rivers abounding in grassy plains rich in game. Then the Others had come, driving them from the land, pushing them north and east against the salt water. Father Sun, in his wisdom, had given them a new land at the mouth of the Big River where they could see the Big Ice extending out into the salt water. The Others had followed, pushing the People away from the lush hunting grounds at the mouth of the Big River, pushing them down this last long valley, ever to the south. Now the ground rose, the mountains hemming them from the west, the Big Ice encroaching from the east. What was left? And behind the Others continued to push, forcing the People ever higher into the rocky hills devoid of game.
So the elders debated while the People worried. Was there enough game in this high rocky country where little grass grew for mammoth and caribou? What would the People do?
And then the young hunter called One Who Cries had run into camp, calling to all that he'd found three dead mammoths.So they'd talked. Against Crow Caller's judgment, the People had gone farther south to butcher the giant beasts, eating their way into the carcasses while the Long Dark grew longer over their heads, chasing Father Sun to his southern home.
Crow Caller grumbled and growled, tormenting them, saying that hunger would be their punishment for disobeying Seagull's oracle.
"A mouthful of food is worth more than an earful of shaman's words," Runs In Light had told himself. And the People had stayed, splitting even mammoth's small bones for what marrow remained. They stretched the heavy hides over piled stones and propped them up with split mammoth long bone and curved tusks. But mammoth no longer came to Crow Caller's chanted prayers. Musk ox and caribou stayed far to the north near the great salt water.
Despite the protests of old Broken Branch, the People had eaten the dogs. First the pack dogs were turned into stew. Finally, in desperation, the bear dogs were dispatched and dropped into boiling bagsa sure sign the People were near catastrophe.
Men and women hunted, finding nothing but darkness and ice. Grandfather White Bear killed Throws Bones and dragged him away into the darkness to eat.
And the People starved.
Wind Woman tugged Runs In Light's furs, pushing him toward the land of the Big Ice and Father Sun's home: southever south. Even now, Wolf ran that directionaway from the shelters of the People and into the unknown where even Crow Caller feared to go.
"Crow Caller," he whispered, gut tightening. The cursed old shaman had taken Dancing Fox for a wifeknowing she despised him. But who could deny a shaman of Crow Caller's power?
It had been a winter of sorrow. Runs In Light had lost so much, his mother and even the woman who made his heart sing. He blinked, shaking his head. Dizziness swept over him; he fought for balance.
"A little longer," he muttered to the Soul Eaters of the Long Dark. "Just give me a little longer."
Hungry ... too hungry. The People insisted the hunters be fed first. People without strong hunters died. Still, he had cheatedgiven his share to Laughing Sunshine. Her milk had dried up and her baby wailed pitifully. Yet if he could find wolf, she could feed it again.
Runs In Light gulped icy air, cold tingling through his shivering body. His mind slowed its wheeling. He continued his shuffling pursuit on leaden legs, knowing wolf lurked close, angry, unwilling to die peacefully.
His foot slipped on slanted ice. He fell hard, grunting, light-headed again. Pushing himself up, he dusted the snow away and looked to his weapons, resettling the long dart into the hook in the end of the atlatl.
Mind tumbling, for a moment he tried to remember why he'd left the safety of the shelters. "What was I ...? Ah ... wolf." He concentrated on his prey, frightened by the lapse.
Again he bent to the tracks. For weeks the People had been living off mammoth's hide, cutting apartsection by sectionthe very roofs over their heads. By the hour they gnawed frozen skin, having no fire to boil it soft.
He stumbled, almost falling. As he struggled to stay erect, he saw movement from the corner of his eye. He spun sluggishly. Too late.
A cornice collapsed under wolf as he leapt, blood-weak, from the crest of a drift. Wolf crashed down, rolling out of control in a cascade of powdery snow, snarling his hatred and fear; he knocked Runs In Light sprawling.
He scrambled to his knees to face wolf.
"My brother," he sang softly, "let me kill you. The People starve. Bless your soul to our use. We are worthy of your"
Wolf bounded forward. By instinct, Runs In Light rolled away as strong jaws snapped for his leg.
The beast panted hoarsely, frozen puffs hanging in the air. Head lowered, yellow eyes squinted, he bared his teeth.
Runs In Light stood, edging around. The bloody fletched dart shaft poked out of wolf's side, flopping loosely with each labored breath. Blood dripped from the torn wound and soaked wolf's coat, freezing in stringers.
Why do I feel no fear? Wolf faces me with hate in his eyes.We are both hungry. Maybe starving makes men and wolves fools?
Wind Woman howled through the frozen darkness. A gentle dusting of snow glistened in the light of the Star People as it settled over them. Wolf's growl steamed out in a vaporous cloud.
"Wolf ... I'm sorry. Father Sun has truly forgotten us when we must eat each other. Where has caribou gone? Where is mammoth?"
The beast's head lowered; for the first time, Runs In Light noticed the froth of red building on wolf's mouth. The tumble down the drift must have driven the dart deeper to wound a lung.
Wolf's limbs trembled in sudden weakness. The beast charged, but his feet lost their grace. He weaved, strained breath a tearing sound over the whimper of the wind. Clumsy, the animal stumbled, falling.
"Forgive me, brother," Runs In Light sang, arms lifted to the night sky. "I send your soul to the Star People. Your flesh will make my people strong. You are brave, brother wolf."
With all his power, he drove a long dart through wolf's shoulder, using it like a spear. Wolf yipped in pain, kicking violently as Runs In Light struggled on the end of the shaft. Then the big animal quieted, fierce yellow eyes staring vacantly at the snow.
Runs In Light sagged, looking up at the Star People overhead. "Thank you, wolf. Father Sun, are you listening?" he shouted resentfully. "Wolf has just given his life to save your people. He cared about us."
His hands shook as he sliced the gut cavity open, releasing a rising puff of steam. It swirled around, caressing his head in the warm odor of blood. He tore the heart loose and gratefully sucked the life-hot blood from it. With the razor-sharp points of his darts, he cut the thick heart muscle into strips and choked them down, almost enjoying the sudden cramps twisting his stomach. The acrid unpleasantness of wolf-taste filled himPower in its own right.
Wolf's strength coursed through his body. A warm feeling spread along his limbs like ice melting at the dawn of the Long Light.
Softly singing a spirit song, Runs In Light turned to the high drift wolf had tumbled down and began pawing into the crusted snow. Within minutes, his skilled hands had hollowed out a shelter.
Looking to the night sky, he shouted, "Get away! I've shown honor! You have no claim on my soul. Go! Leave me alone!"
The malignant powers of the Long Dark pulled back, respecting him and his courage.
Praying Grandfather White Bear wouldn't find him, he pulled wolf's carcass up to block most of the entrance from Wind Woman's seeking fingers and curled into a ball, dropping into an exhausted sleep.
The long hunger mixed with fatigue, while the strength of wolf's blood warmed his stomach to run strong in his veins. The Dreaming swept in from the blackness of slumber, catching him off guard with its strength.
In the Dreaming, he and Wolf walked side by side. Father Sun no longer hid behind Cloud Mother. Here, in the Dreaming, hunger didn't ravage his limbs or make his head light. He walked strong, Wolf in a swinging gait at his heels.
"There!" Wolf indicated with his nose. "You see? There to the south?"
Runs In Light lifted a hand to shade his eyes from the searing glare of Father Sun's rays on packed snow. He looked, seeing what Wolf saw. The Big Ice sparkled before him, a forbidding wall of cold and blue ice under mountains of snow. Water ran from the huge wall, carrying gravel and rocks out into the light before freezing into odd shapes in the frigid air. The massive wall crackled, groaned, and squeaked before him.
No wonder Crow Caller feared it. Runs In Light swallowed as he and Wolf trotted closer.
As they neared the wall a wide braided river spilled out, glacial cobbles stacked and piled in the broad valley as the ice retreated from drainages and hills. They walked along the crystal waters, Runs In Light seeing salmon and charred with the spawnfighting their way up the river while grayling darted here and there.
"Through here," Wolf whispered. Together, they scrambledalong a giant crack. Looking up, Runs In Light could see Blue Sky Man far above in a jagged line where the ice had been sundered. Then he walked in darkness. Black, eternal, the night closed around him. Only his fingers tracing Wolf's coat reassured him that his soul hadn't been forever buried.
After a time, a pinpoint of light twinkled, growing ever stronger. The walls spread wider, allowing more of Blue Sky Man's expanse to become visible. Fear slipped away like caribou's winter coat in spring. For a long time, they ran through blue shadow, gravel crunching and shifting under their padded feet, until at last, a ridge of water-smoothed boulders blocked the way.
Wolf jumped lightly from each, turning at the top to stare down over his shoulder. Wind Woman ruffled his long gray-white fur with her fingers.
"This is the way, man of the People," the beast's voice echoed from the walls. "I show you the way to salvation. I should've come here first. I wouldn't have needed to chew on Flies Like A Seagull and you wouldn't have shot me. Now, take my flesh. Eat it and grow strong so you can come this way ... this way ... ."
Wolf jumped from rock to rock, bushy tail catching the silver sunlight as he balanced and disappeared over the top of the ridge in a flying leap.
Runs In Light chewed his lip, sudden loneliness closing around him where he stood in the pale blue shadows of the ice-piled rocks. He followed, attacking the rock. Pulling himself slowly up, he flopped a knee to lever his straining body. Bracing off the polished surfaces of granite, he climbed higher, higher.
Father Sun bathed his face with light as he sweated his waylungs heavingto the top of the ridge. Half-blinded, he looked out and sucked in a sudden awed breath. Thick grasses waved under the caress of Wind Woman. Brown hair shining, Mammoth turned, raising his head, trunk curling up around ivory white tusks to sniff the air. Caribou snuffled, antlers nothing more than nubs under a new growth of velvet. Musk Ox pawed, dropping his nose to present horns in his age-old defensive posture. Far out into the grass, Wolf ran, greeting Fox, and Weasel, Crow, and others.
Runs In Light smiled, opening his arms so Father Sun could beat life into his veins. Below him, Grandfather Brown Bear rolled on his back in the grass, grabbing his toes before tumbling sideways to shake his silky coat in the brilliant light. Long-horned buffalo grazed, tails flipping nervously on their short-haired rumps. Moose stood in the wallows, moss hanging from antlers as he ducked his head to search for tender water plants.
"This is the land of the People," Runs In Light whispered. "This is where Father Sun lives. His home in the south. Wolf, bless you for showing me this way. I will bring the People here ... and together, we will sing our thanks to you."
He turned, reluctant to leave such a land behind him. The climb down into the blue shadow behind the ridge sucked up his energy, leaving him cold and tired by the time he reached bottom.
Copyright © 1990 by W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O'Neal Gear
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The book was interesting enough, but I'm not going to rush out to buy the rest of the series. The characters seemed to have 20th century ideas and behaviors grafted onto them in ways that didn't ring true. I felt like I was reading a romance novel that just happened to be set in pre-history.
The book was historical fiction, but read like epic fantasy. Everything about this novel is great, the characters are interesting and you can tell them apart by their unique personalities. The storyline was awesome and moving. The ending had me choked up.
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People of the Wolf (North America's Forgotten Past, #1) Gear, W. Michael Gear, Kathleen O'neal Review: People of the wolf the wonderful story of a boy finding the way into a new world, the dynamics of twins of light fighting darkness. Twin brothers born from rape, are living in a dying world. The people are pushed to the edge of survival. Faced with the edge of the world (a wall of ice) and the others (a section of their own people separated by conflict so far in the past it is not remembered) the brothers are forced to confront each other, the world, and the spirits. One brother finds the path to light, a literal path to saving the people, by leading the people through a hole in the ice, and peace with the others. The Other brother embraces darkness drawing the tribes into raids and mutilations. Which path will the people follow? Which brother will save the people? Who has the true vision? This is the first book in an epic series, bringing light and dark in conflict over and over throughout the ages..... This is my favorite book of the series. I feel a close connection to Wolf Dreamer and can only dream of his ability. Character list: People of the wolf (crossing the ice bridge) Dreamer: Runs in the light (birth name), Wolf dreamer(given after killing the wolf) Ravenhunter: (birth name) twin, name was given after birthwhen he grasped a raven feather. Raven hunter is a false dreamer. He is good atmaking people question and not follows the correct path. Dreamer: Heron: Old woman who guided Wolf Dreamer, truedreamer left the tribe 20 years before because of Broken Branch who stole herhunter. IceFire: father of the twins, dreamer White Tusk clan, wasused by power to bring the twins into the world, in the end he learns that hissacrifices will be for all the people, and he will trade a son for a son. DancingFox: Love interest, seen as a leader of the peoplein the future and give birth to a dreamer that will be the center of the web. Crow Caller: Tribal shaman (false dreamer)
An excellent book. However, like most books, the ending sort of peters-out, becoming more vague than the main body of the book- likely over-edited to shorten, as the authors do excellent work- a bit reminiscent of ice melting away. Be that as it may, you wont be disappointed in the content. Its gripping, interesting, and very pertinent as a historical novel.
The book was a good read and I am looking forward to reading the entire series.
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