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Time Dancers (Meq Series #2)

Time Dancers (Meq Series #2)

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Steve Cash created “an absorbing [and] intriguing saga” (The San Diego Union-Tribune) in his debut novel, The Meq. Outwardly indistinguishable from human beings, but with abilities no human can claim, the Meq search for their lost history and face a mysterious prophesied reckoning. . . .

It has been thirty-eight years since Zianno–known as


Steve Cash created “an absorbing [and] intriguing saga” (The San Diego Union-Tribune) in his debut novel, The Meq. Outwardly indistinguishable from human beings, but with abilities no human can claim, the Meq search for their lost history and face a mysterious prophesied reckoning. . . .

It has been thirty-eight years since Zianno–known as Z–turned twelve. In appearance, he has not aged a day. Like all Meq, Z has become accustomed to a near immortal existence, possessing an uncanny ability to recuperate from injury and resist disease. Like only four others of his kind, he holds one of the fabled Stones, the Stone of Dreams. These bearers believe it is their destiny to guide the Meq toward and through the Remembering, where it is said that they will recall their long-forgotten origins and purpose.

But the rogue Meq assassin called the Fleur-du-Mal threatens their efforts and their lives. Pursuing rumors of a lost Sixth Stone, he is intent on finding the legendary talisman and eliminating anyone, Meq or human, who stands in the way.

Z and his allies–Opari, Sailor, Geaxi, Nova, Ray, Mowsel, Carolina, Jack, and others–embark on a desperate quest spanning decades and continents to track down the stone before their lethal adversary gets to it first. Along the way, every belief they have about themselves will be challenged and shaken–and a new, even deadlier enemy will arise.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Zianno Zezen ("Z" to his friends) and his fellow Meq-perpetually 12-year-old Basque immortals-embark on more world-spanning adventures in this enjoyable if not particularly memorable sequel to Cash's debut, The Meq (2005). Z and company seek the renegade Fleur-du-Mal and his accomplice, Zuriaa, the sister of Z's friend Ray. Their urgency increases when the renegades capture Susheela the Ninth, the oldest living Meq and the only person who knows the location of the mystical Sixth Stone. Like The Meq, the tale is a whirlwind of historical detail and name-dropping, mostly related to the 20th century, from Babe Ruth's home runs to the atomic bombing of Nagasaki. Though some of the coincidental connections are unlikely to the point of absurdity, they provide a good anchor for the times. Cash has smoothed out his writing style, improving the story's flow, but in the process has lost some of the original's sparkle. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
For centuries, the Meq have shared the earth with humans, whom they resemble in every way but one-until the Meq find their soul mates, they do not age past their 12th year, remaining virtually immortal. The Time of Remembering, or the year 1919, nears, and for the Meq known as Z, that time holds mixed emotions: while the past and perhaps the future of their race may be revealed, the festivities might also help obfuscate the machinations of the evil Meq known as the Fleur-du-Mal, a creature determined to fulfill his own destiny-the destruction of his people. This sequel to The Meq further demonstrates Cash's skill as a storyteller and a creator of alternate history. A good choice for most libraries. [The final volume of this trilogy will follow in 2007.-Ed.] Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Sequel to The Meq (2004), a historical fantasy about a lost race that retains the appearance of children but lives for centuries. This volume picks up the story after WWI, when Z, the narrator, returns to his home in St. Louis. There, he and his "family" (other Meq and the humans who have become their friends and protectors) try to understand what they have learned about themselves and their future. The Meq know that a mystical gathering of their kind, the Remembering, will occur within 100 years. Five of their number (including Z) carry Stones, objects that endow them with hypnotic powers and apparently will play a role in the Remembering. Rumors of a sixth stone of unknown powers have led the Fleur-du-Mal, the most feared of all Meq, to embark on a worldwide career of murder and torture in search of it. Now Z and his friends learn of another mysterious Meq, Susheela the Ninth, who may have the key to the sixth stone. Against this background Z travels around the world. He encounters such historical figures as Josephine Baker and Babe Ruth, learns to skin dive near Cuba, watches lots of baseball and survives several encounters with the Fleur-du-Mal. As the plot inches forward, the mood turns darker, moving inexorably toward another world war. The Meq locate Susheela the Ninth and partially resolve the issue of the sixth stone. But in the final pages, Z and his beloved Opari are separated, and the Fleur-du-Mal appears to have orchestrated the most terrible mass killing in his long career. As in the first volume, Cash makes effective use of setting and history, but the plot proceeds glacially. Not for readers who prefer the fast and furious, but charming in its way.
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Praise for The Meq

“Vivid personages, a startling premise richly elaborated, and . . . derring-do and dastardly schemes.”
–The Washington Post Book World

–The New York Times

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Time Dancers

By Steve Cash

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Steve Cash
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Chapter One



(Day After Tomorrow)

Where are you looking? Through a window, from a bridge, down a well, over the rainbow, out of a mouse hole, into the light? Where are you looking? Or, rather, what are you looking for? Out there, somewhere, at some time, do you see a wish fulfilled, a dream come true, a simple affirmation and clarity of that which we cannot speak? Look closely. Can you see the day after tomorrow? Do you recognize it? Will you ever? It is approaching.

The date was March 9, 1919, and it was snowing. We were taking the train down from Chicago to St. Louis and as we crossed the bridge spanning the Mississippi, the sun's light was fading fast. The water below us looked dark, darker than I ever remembered, and deep under the low light and falling snow. I was in the aisle seat in the back row of our compartment. Opari was sitting next to me. She sat in silence with her head turned away, facing the window. Suddenly she made a trilling sound with her teeth and tongue, then whispered an ancient word in slow repetition. "Amatxurlarru," she said. "Amatxurlarru." The word was haunting. Her careful pronunciation was hypnotic and sounded somewhere between song and prayer. I had never heard the word before, but I knew it was Meq.

"What does it mean?" I asked. I was looking past her, through the glass, speaking toher reflection.

"It is from the Time of Ice," she said. "Great rivers, like this one, were givers of all life and death. The phrase is only spoken when one crosses a river that is a Mother to many others." She paused a moment and I assumed she was returning to events, stories, people and places, adventures and wisdom, passed down to her from a time so distant I could only imagine it. She went on, "The word, both in dreams and in real life, means 'the Mother bleeds.' "

A few more seconds passed. I watched the snow while the train tracks rattled underneath us. Finally, I managed to say, "Really." It was neither question nor statement, and I was trying once again not to show my relative youth and ignorance. I know now that time and the passing of it, the difference in ages and the awareness of it, should not be a problem when you are in love, but these things have taken me a lifetime to learn, let alone accept without wonder.

Ahead, just past the western end of the bridge, the lights of downtown St. Louis were coming into view. Opari said, "This is your birth city, is it not, my love?"

"Yes," I answered. "It is that . . . and many other things." I continued staring out the window, but not at the falling snow, or St. Louis, or even the great Mississippi River. Instead, I gazed into the reflection of two beautiful black eyes, understanding then and there that I will always desire to do just that, as long as I am on this Earth. I felt the presence of her inside me the same way I had seen, for a timeless second, my own mama and papa look to and through each other, also on a train crossing a river, in 1881.

To my right, directly across the aisle, sat my oldest friend and confidante, Carolina Covington Flowers. She was almost fifty years old now, although a stranger would never guess it. She was smiling and staring through the window. Her long hair was pulled back and a few strands of silver and gold hung loose, framing her face. She wore a long black skirt and a simple white blouse buttoned to the neck. A green woolen shawl draped around her shoulders. Her only grandchild, the baby Caine, slept peacefully in her lap. As I watched, she silently wiped a single tear from her cheek. I started to ask if anything was wrong, then decided against it. There was nothing wrong and there was nothing I could do. Sad, happy, maybe both, maybe neither, it was more likely she was only experiencing the same thing I had been thinking about all day, ever since we left Chicago--return. And not just return to anywhere, but return to St. Louis.

The train began a slow, noisy turn to the left, preparing for our approach to Union Station. I glanced ahead at the others and a thought occurred to me that I'd been putting aside and ignoring for weeks. It concerned a situation at least four of us had always been warned to avoid, especially by Sailor. Opari, Geaxi, Nova, and I each had a Stone in our possession and we were all traveling together. The Stones carried by Geaxi and me had been stripped of their priceless gems long ago in Vancouver, but the Stones worn by Opari and Nova were still intact. Like four points on a compass, their Stones held a tiny blue diamond on the top, a star sapphire on the bottom, and lapis lazuli and pearl on each side. The Stones themselves were black and egg-shaped. Sailor had made it clear that the Gogorati, the Remembering, was much too close at hand, less than a hundred years, for anything awkward to happen. Accidents or errors of any sort by any one of us were unacceptable. Period. Although Sailor himself was currently unavailable and following a fear or vision only he could see, I knew he was right, and the reasoning behind his warning was still sound and significant. I made a silent promise, in deference to Sailor, to quit inviting "anything awkward."

And yet, except for the few traveling with us and a few more spread throughout the world, everyone else--all the others, the Giza--saw us only as they always had: as a troupe of twelve-year-olds, probably related. So be it. We were inside the great station already and St. Louis had never been so loud and alive, urban and big--a true city.

Within minutes we came to an abrupt and final stop. Everyone in our compartment stood at once, reaching for great coats, fedoras, mufflers, and scarves, bracing for the weather outside and filling the aisle completely, front to back. I glanced at Carolina and she silently mouthed the words "Let's wait." I nodded in agreement and looked up, trying to catch the eye of Willie Croft, who was sitting with Geaxi. Ahead of them, Nova and Star sat together, as they had for most of the trip since leaving England. But all were out of sight, impossible to see through the shuffling crowd.

Then Carolina shouted, "What about Nicholas and Eder?" Caine was awake and staring at her with wide-open brown eyes, startled by the sudden volume in her voice. She was concerned about her late husband, Nicholas Flowers, and Nova's mother, Eder Gaztelu. Both Nicholas and Eder were in coffins stowed away in another compartment. St. Louis would be the final stop on their final journey. I yelled back that Willie had taken care of it, but I assured her that we would check on it before we did anything else.

"Good," she said, smiling down at Caine. "Oh," she added, craning her neck so I could see her better, "then I'll tell Owen Bramley to only worry with the luggage. He and Jack will be looking for us."

Opari tugged on my arm gently and whispered in my ear, "Jack is Carolina's son, no?"

"Yes, but I've never met him."

"How many years is he?"

I thought about it for a moment, then laughed to myself. So much had happened in the last few months, I nearly forgot Opari was still learning about Carolina and her family, not to mention the entire Western world. We were both learning, especially about each other. However, there was one thing we had not yet discussed--the Wait. I always felt that once we'd arrived in St. Louis and were settled in Carolina's home, we would have to discuss it. I looked forward to it. Opari was over three thousand years old and still perfectly comfortable in a twelve-year-old body. On my next twelfth birthday, I would be fifty. Even now, I have trouble trying to articulate the intense, paradoxical, and unique power of the Itxaron, the Wait, the very essence of the Meq.

"Is the answer a laughing one?" she asked.

"Probably only to me," I said, then gave her the answer. "He's twelve, but he gets to turn thirteen in April."

After the crowd thinned out, I could finally see ahead to the front of our compartment. Geaxi, Willie Croft, Star, and Nova had also remained in their seats. Geaxi turned and caught my eye, then rose out of her seat, putting on her black beret and walking swiftly back toward me, easily avoiding everyone going the other way. Somewhere on the trip west from New York, she had begun wearing the same clothing that she had worn when I first met her in 1882--black leather leggings and a black vest held together with strips of leather attached to bone. It was unique attire for anyone, but especially so in 1919 on the body of a twelve-year-old girl. Her dark eyes shone bright and she seemed to be almost smiling.

"It is a fine feeling to be back in your city, young Zezen," she said.

"It's not my city, Geaxi."

"Oh, but you are mistaken, even more than you know."

"How is that?"

"Because this is a truly American city," she said, "and you, young Zezen, are truly American, agree with it or not, as you prefer. You will come to love this city, though I suspect you have this feeling within you now." She paused and smiled, then added, "Even more than you know."

I thought about what she was saying and wondered why she was saying it. Then I remembered Geaxi's birthplace. "When was the last time you visited Malta?" I asked, not knowing whether Geaxi would take offense or not.

"That is different," she replied. "My home as a real child was a simple farm with an olive grove and a few buildings, all long gone and erased from the landscape by change and circumstance."

"But don't you want to go back, even if nothing's there?"

"Yes, I do, and I will . . . someday." She winked once, then laughed, leaning down and whispering, "When I have the time."

I glanced out the window at the bundled, busy, loud throng of people coming and going within the immense space of Union Station, and all at once everything seemed more than familiar. I laughed and said, "Then let's get off this train and go home!"

"Right you are," Carolina said. "Let's go home."

Owen Bramley, much to my surprise, was on time and already there to meet us. In fact, we almost collided with him as we stepped off the train. He had been running from car to car along the platform, looking frantically inside every window for a sign of us. Star, carrying Caine inside the old leather jacket that Willie had given her, was the most excited among us and stepped down first, leaping out with a small scream and a big smile. Owen Bramley nearly trampled her, coming hard from the other direction, but he caught himself and grabbed the handrail of the train door at the last possible moment. Star had cut her hair short on our trip west, mimicking the style of Nova, and she looked even younger than her true age of nineteen.

"My God," Owen Bramley said, astonished by what he saw in front of him. He took in a breath, then shook his head, staring into the living eyes of the daughter of Carolina. "Remarkable," he said, "simply remarkable."

Inside Star's jacket, Caine turned his head to stare at this new face and voice. "You are Owen Bramley," Star said. "I know it, I know you are. You have to be."

She stepped to the side of the stairs leading down to the platform. The rest of us fanned out behind and around her.

"Yes, I am, young lady, and I am just as sure that you are Star. I can barely believe it, but there you stand." He watched each of us gather around Star. When his eyes fell on Carolina, he said, "My God, it is so good to see all of you." It was obvious in his eyes that he meant what he said, and clear to me that he was more than relieved to see her returning.

He wore a long trench coat with several buckles and belts, and he was hatless. Fresh snow covered his head and shoulders. His hair was still red, with only a few more streaks of gray than in New Orleans, the last time I'd seen him. His face seemed about the same, except older, of course, and he was even more freckled across his forehead, cheeks, and nose.

"Hello, Owen," I said. "You look well."

For the first time since I had known him, Owen Bramley was speechless. He had been expecting us, but the reality of seeing us in person overwhelmed him. He simply stood still, staring at all of us and shaking his head. Behind his wire-rimmed glasses, his blue eyes were bright with understanding. After a few moments, he stammered, "I . . . I don't know what to say, Z."

"Hello would be a good start, Owen." It was Carolina. She gave him a big hug and kissed him on both cheeks, then asked, "Where's Jack?"

"Why, I thought he was right here," he said, turning suddenly and looking behind him.

"Well, he's not here now."

"It's all right, Carolina," Owen said, giving her a knowing wink. "He's not alone."

"Ah . . . I see," she said with a smile. "Good."

Then Owen Bramley caught sight of Opari for the first time. She was wearing one of her ancient shawls across her shoulders and a burgundy scarf around her neck. He seemed startled, almost spellbound by her presence and natural beauty. "I don't believe I know you," he said. "I'm certain we've never met before."

"My name is Opari," she said, looking up at him. "Your name I know from Z and Carolina." She smiled and Owen Bramley instantly became her friend and constant admirer.

"Owen," I broke in, "why don't you help the porter with the luggage while Willie and I take care of something else."

"Right, right," he said. "Let's get going then."

Willie and I left the others in order to make arrangements for the off-loading of the coffins. I played the part of the silent kid and let Willie do the talking.


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Time Dancers (Book Two of The Meq) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
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This much anticapated sequel to The Meq was a joy to read. Mr. Cash is able to keep the reader involoved by dropping in just enough of the 'real' world accounts to make you wonder who will show up next. Then without realizing you've jumped ahead four years. The trasition is so smooth the book is not hurt by the jumps at all. And the ending leaves you wanting to pick up the third book, I can't wait to read the next offering.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1919 Zianno ¿Z¿ Zezen, a Meq-American, is about to turn twelve for the twentieth time since he has yet to meet his soul mate, Z remains a preteen. This is the norm for his Basque ancestry who never age past twelve until they meet the one. He feels pretty good about coming home to St. Louis, but soon learns that he cannot stay long as the Time of the Remembering is upon his people. --- However, he and his associates are busy at the moment lethal Meq Fleur-du-Mal feels the necessity to commit genocide of his immortal race. He has a compatriot Zuriaa who assists him by abducting the oldest known living Meq the matriarch Susheela the Ninth in order to force her to reveal to them location of the mystical Sixth Stone that could lead to a pandemic eradication. Z and his cronies must once again stop Fleur du-Mal. --- The sequel to THE MEQ, TIME DANCERS is a wild zany science fiction thriller that uses real twentieth century historical points and persona as anchors though several of the choices seem to flakily fluky to fit the plot. The story line is all over the place. But smoothly moves forward. Z and his family and friends remain fascinating characters while the assassin Fleur du-Mal seems even more deranged this time around. Fans of zany way out science fiction thrillers will enjoy Steve Cash¿s latest entertaining madcap ride. --- Harriet Klausner
MissPrint More than 1 year ago
"Time Dancers" is the second book in Steve Cash's sweeping fantasy trilogy called "The Meq" (also the title of the first book in the trilogy). When forced to explain the plot of "The Meq" in one sentence, my reply is this: the story is like the Highlander TV series/movies but the immortals here are twelve years old. To get more specific, the Meq stop aging when they turn twelve until they find their ameq (their soul mate). Once they are united, the two enter what is called "The Wait" until they decide to cross over, as it were, becoming mortal and able to have a child. The telling of this story falls on the shoulders of Zianno Zezen, one of the youngest members of the Meq. In the first book, Zianno searches for others like him after the death of his parents. Along the way he learns the significance of the stone he carries--the stone of dreams--and that there are others like it. He finds friends, both Giza (human) and Meq alike, his ameq, and a mortal (or perhaps it would be more apt to say immortal?) foe in the form of a corrupt Meq assassin known as the Fleur-du-mal. In the midst of all that, Z and his friends try to prepare for a Meq event known as the remembering which will reveal their origins and their purpose, a scant hundred years away. Okay, so if you didn't read the first book that was all probably a bit confusing. The reason for that is simple: this trilogy isn't comprised of what can be called stand-alone novels. The sad truth is that I read "The Meq" about six months before I had the chance to pick up "Time Dancers." It took about fifty pages for me to find my stride and maybe a bit longer to really get into the book. I suspect those difficulties would have lessened if I had read the books closer together. Slow start aside, the first book had me invested enough in the characters and plot and (warning!) ended on enough of a cliffhanger-esque note that I was willing to plod along until things picked up even if it did leave me with the impression that, perhaps, the first book was better (I later revised my opinion but perhaps others won't). Anyway, the Meq's preparations for the remembering (AKA "the Gogorati") begin in earnest in "Time Dancers." Both Sailor and the Fleur-du-Mal embark on a search for the elusive sixth stone that may be vital to the Remembering and, much worse, to the Fleur-du-Mal's continuous quest for dominance over the other Meq. Along the way, Z and his allies (which happily include all of the wonderful characters from "The Meq") cross oceans and hop continents in their quest. Though the stone proves elusive, Z forges new alliances and finds several new mysteries along the way--including a Meq whose age is without precedent and another dangerous enemy. "Time Dancers" is a good book. But not one that readers can follow without reading its predecessor, thereby firmly grounding this novel as part of a trilogy. What I particularly like about this book is the way Cash incorporates history into the novel. Beginning in 1919 after the end of World War I and ending as World War II approaches its conclusion, this book looks at major events of the twentieth century from up close but also from an anonymous perspective. Anyone interested in history would do well to give this book a glance to see how Cash artfully incorporates contemporary history as a plot vehicle for his fantastical story.