The Canopy

The Canopy

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by Angela Hunt

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Deep in the lush and dangerous rain forests of Peru, Alexandra Pace and her team search determinedly for a cure for deadly diseases. One strain of the disease has already begun the process of ravaging Alexandra's own mind and body. Finding a cure is the only hope for her and for her daughter, who has almost certainly inherited the same disease.

Alex believes


Deep in the lush and dangerous rain forests of Peru, Alexandra Pace and her team search determinedly for a cure for deadly diseases. One strain of the disease has already begun the process of ravaging Alexandra's own mind and body. Finding a cure is the only hope for her and for her daughter, who has almost certainly inherited the same disease.

Alex believes she is searching for a needle in a haystack until she meets Michael Kenway, a British doctor who lost his wife when "mad cow disease" ravaged Britain in the 1990's. He presents her with an incredible story--a patient suffering from the disease was cured by a mythical "healing tribe" living deep in the Amazon jungle. Reluctantly placing her faith in Michael, who is entirely too religious for her comfort, Alexandra and her team seek out an unreached indigenous group who may hold the cure not only for Alex, but also for the world.

Award-winning, best-selling author Angela Hunt combines the unique rainforest setting, modern science, and a thrilling race for a cure into a powerful message of faith and redemption.

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By Angela Hunt

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Copyright © 2007 Angela Hunt
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ISBN: 978-0-8499-4345-4

Chapter One

1 APRIL 2, 3 6:12 A.M.

Though his body sang with pain, the native kept running.

Struggling to move through thickened air that pressed upon his skin, he held one hand over the gaping wound in his gut and loped toward the spangled light dancing over the crude path gleaming in the jungle shadows.

His pursuers had come close last night. One of their spears had pierced him, pinning him to a tree, but he had found the strength to pull the weapon out and fling it away. After that, his blood left a trail even a child could follow, but the Spirit of keyba had blinded their eyes while sending a beacon for him to follow.

He paused, intensifying the pressure on his abdomen, and squinted at the dazzling light hovering twenty paces away. Despite the pain that ripped at his insides like a piranha, his feet had carried him far from his pursuers. The fiery ball had led him through the deepest part of the jungle under black night, and the man knew his enemies would not follow.

Though darkness filled their hearts, still the night frightened them. The jaguar's snarl, the anaconda's hiss, the carnivore ant's silent march ... these things had frightened him, too, before he began to follow the Spirit of keyba.

The native leaned forward, bracing his free hand against his trembling knee. Air moved through his nostrils with a faint whistling sound as his jaws clamped against a spasm that sent a shaft of pure white pain ripping through his body. When he pried the stiff fingers of his right hand from the yawning hole in his gut, the brown skin parted like a pair of bloody lips.

He felt his mouth twist. He had seen wounds like this in other men, and not even the shaman could save them.

In the forest canopy, hundreds of macaws screamed and whistled as they fought each other for precious perches in the dappled rays of the rising sun. The man winced at the noise, then lifted his head and studied the trail ahead. How much farther would he have to go? He had traveled for two days before encountering warriors from the Angry People. The Spirit of keyba had not left him, but his strength would not last forever. And the barbed thorns, spiked leaves, and sharp-edged grasses of this brutal forest had sapped his power.

Blinking, he lifted his head and saw the light, still beckoning. Pressing his hand back over the wound, he straightened and stepped forward, moving with a slower gait. Breathing deeply, he inhaled the scents of orchids and mangoes, decaying vegetation, and the unmistakable acrid odor of snake.

Without pausing to investigate, he staggered toward the light, his chest burning with each breath. He had not gone far when a new sound reached his ears-the happy squeals of children. Another series of steps brought him to a fringe of forest overlooking the river. Three young ones played in the shallows, splashing and laughing while their mother bent at the water's edge.

Looking up, he saw that the light had disappeared. Apparently he had reached his destination.

Calling on the last reserves of his strength, the native left the concealing jungle and stepped into a clearing. Lifting his left hand, he called out a greeting.

The children turned to look at him with dark forest eyes. The woman whirled, one hand extended toward her young, the other reaching for a shiny object that might serve as a weapon.

He took another step forward, lifting both hands this time, and to his greeting he added a plea for help. The boy's eyes went wide at the sight of the bloody wound, and the little girl screamed. Snatching the smallest child out of the water, the woman bared her teeth and yelled in a language he could not understand.

The native waved his hands to demonstrate that he had not come to make war. He took another step forward, then realized that the muscles of his legs had become as stiff as wood. Wasps of agony buzzed along the length of his arms and swarmed in his belly. Gray pain roared behind his eyes and in his ears, drowning out the frantic woman's voice and blocking the bright sun on the river.

He took another step, saw the woman screech and lift her weapon, then his legs crumpled and the soft shoulder of the riverbank rose up to meet him.


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Christy Award winner Angela Hunt writes stories for everyone who enjoys the unexpected. She is the best-selling author of Uncharted, The Debt, The Note, The Pearl, and many more.

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The Canopy 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
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Anyone reading this novel would be well served to also seek out a copy of 'Spirit of the Rainforest,' by Mark Andrew Ritchie. Mentioned in the end notes by the author, this biographical story of a rainforest shaman adds incredible depth to the novel. These tribes do exist, their culture IS offensive in many ways, and the biographical book does nothing to hinder that depiction, for the point is that they are in hopeless darkness without the knowledge of the Creator Spirit and His Son the Redeemer. One of the biggest problems facing western churches today is that we don't step outside our own comfortable modern lives often enough to see the rest of the world through God's eyes. This is by far my favorite novel by Angela Hunt and I highly recommend it, as well as the book upon which it is based, especially to those who would like to get a glimpse behind the temporal curtain and ponder the spiritual battles that go on unseen all around us every day.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Although I have not read any other books by Angela Hunt this one seems to be the best. I am a Christian, and although I am one, I do not think that the novel revolves around that religion. I think that this epic-adventure could be one of my ultimate treasured books I have ever read. Introduced by my grandfather who is a bookworm, I never put this book down. And shall treasure it forever. Thanks Angela Hunt for introducing this wonderful book and publishing it to the whole world.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I usually like Angela Hunt's writing, but I found this book to be a little heavy handed and overly simplistic in its view of the 'natives'. It bordered on offensive. And I am a Christian so that is not what bothered me... I wouldn't waste my time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this scientists search for healing secrets in the jungle story very much--creative concept and packs a spiritual punch. It reminded me in setting and overtones of Sean Connory's movie, The Medicine Man, which I also enjoyed, but with the added dimension of the Christian worldview.