Time of the Eagleby Sherryl Jordan
An unforgettable tale of fate, betrayal, and the power of love and faith
Avala dreams of becoming a healer, but her dreams are not the same as her destiny. Hers is a mighty but lonely fate, for she is the chosen one—the one who will bring the Time of the Eagle, when the hunted will become the hunters and win back their freedom. It is a/p>/strong>
An unforgettable tale of fate, betrayal, and the power of love and faith
Avala dreams of becoming a healer, but her dreams are not the same as her destiny. Hers is a mighty but lonely fate, for she is the chosen one—the one who will bring the Time of the Eagle, when the hunted will become the hunters and win back their freedom. It is a destiny that requires the spirit of a warrior and the heart of a healer. But does Avala have the courage to set the Eagle on its flight?
This epic companion to Secret Sacrament is full of intrigue, adventure, and fantasy, as one girl, born to greatness, must decide whether to follow her dreams or fulfill her destiny.
Gr 9 Up
In this sequel to Secret Sacrament (HarperCollins, 2001), the time has arrived for the fulfillment of the prophecy foretelling that when the Time of the Eagle comes, the Shinali, Igaal, and Hena tribes will unite to overthrow the Navoran Empire, which is unbeaten in battle. Avala, the daughter of Gabriel, a Navoran, and Ashila, a Shinali, has come of age. She is destined to bring the prophecy to fruition, but when she is captured by an Igaal warrior and enslaved in his camp, the dream seems certain to die. This is an epic story of the growth of a girl into her destiny, and the choices between warrior and healer, Shinali and Navoran. Readers will find many Native American elements that blend seamlessly into the rich tapestry of this tale.
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Time of the Eagle
I was the first child born to a hunted people, in the first winter of their flight.
My earliest memory is of being carried on my mother's hip across barren plains, with wild mountains all around, and of rough tents made of skins stretched across sticks planted in the dust, of hunger and thirst and a feeling I did not like or understand, but which I know now was the fear that shadowed my people, as a wolf shadows a wounded deer. Always we were moving on, always looking behind us, always afraid to rest.
My people were called the Shinali, and by the time I was born there were only a few of us left, for we had fought many battles with many enemies and lost much. Early in my life I came to realize that the tribe held me high in their hearts, and I thought it was because my mother, Ashila, was the healer, with skills that meant the difference between life or death. But later my mother told me who my father was, and I knew why I was beloved. My father was Gabriel Eshban Vala, from the stone city of Navora, far to the south of our journey-lands.
Things were not good between my father's people and my mother's, for the all-conquering Navorans had stolen nearly all the Shinali lands and left us only one little plain. When my parents first met, my people still had that plain. Navorans were not allowed on our land, but my father came, for my mother invited him. He, too, was a healer, famous and honored among his own people; but when he chose to sit at the feasting-fires of the Shinali, it cost him dearly. His own people turned against him and against us. In the end they drove us off our last land, imprisonedus in a stone fort, and would have killed us all; but my father saved us and traded for our freedom with his life.
A hard freedom it was, for the Emperor in the stone city wanted us all dead. All my childhood life we wandered, staying only a little season in each place, afraid of the bands of soldiers we saw sometimes, far out in the desert or in the mountain passes, searching for us; again and again we moved, living the life of the hunted, until I was fifteen summers old. And then we found a valley, protected and hidden by a ring of mountains, and there seemed to be a shield of peace; and the awful fear that had hung across my people all the years suddenly lifted, and they knew a kind of contentment. For the first time in my life I stayed in one place for more than six full moons, and the river and mountains and hunting grounds and places of gathering became familiar and loved.
It was there, in that peaceful valley, that the day came for the celebration of my sixteenth summer. It was a day high in importance, for in our tribe when she is sixteen a girl becomes a woman, and the whole tribe rejoices and honors her and welcomes her as a new person. The sixteenth borning-day is always celebrated in summer, when food is plentiful, so there can be a big feast.
Because in our tribe women are the healers, my mother was teaching me her ways, and my work it was to gather herbs along the riverbanks and from the mountains. That afternoon of my sixteenth borning-day I went gathering, leaving the women and children to prepare gifts and special food for my celebration feast. Always I gathered alone, though I knew to be watchful, for battalions of soldiers still searched for us. And the Hena and Igaal peoples—age-long enemies to us—drove us off with arrows and spears when they found us sometimes on the edges of their lands. But I had not seen any enemies during my gathering-times, until that day.
That day I walked beside the great river we call the Ekiya. I went to the very end of the ravine, to the edge of the desert lands, the only growing place for the eysela flowers, from which we make medicines for the wiping out of disease. I had gathered almost half that were there, when I went back to the river for a drink, for the day was hot.
I drank quickly, glancing often across the baked grasslands to my right, for beyond them lay enemy lands, the country of the Igaal. I could see no sign of human life, and the peaceful hills seemed to dance in the haze of heat; yet a feeling of danger swept over me. It was an impulse familiar to my people, and we never ignored it. Quickly I bent to pick up the gathering-bag at my feet, and in that moment heard the throb of many hooves. Then I heard distant shouts. From the south they came, the riders hidden by the rocks guarding the entrance to the gorge. Snatching up my gathering-bag, I looked for a hiding place.
To my left soared the walls of the ravine, the river snaking between them. The nearest bend was far away, with no hiding place between. The hoofbeats were close. Clearly I heard the yells of men racing their horses to the water. Not far into the ravine was a wide rock higher than the others, flatter and sloping upward where it jutted out over a deep pool. I ran to it and, holding my breath, slid over the edge into the still water below.
Silent, icy green engulfed me. I swam under the overhanging rock into the deep shade and found myself in a shallow cave, chest deep in water, the rocky roof close to my head. Even then I was not much afraid, for I thought that they would ride on, following the river as it turned northward. Shivering with cold, I waited.Time of the Eagle. Copyright © by Sherryl Jordan. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Meet the Author
Sherryl Jordan is the author of several critically acclaimed and award-winning books, including The Hunting of the Last Dragon, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; The Raging Quiet, a School Library Journal Best Book and an ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults; Wolf-Woman, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; Winter of Fire, an ALA/YALSA Recommended Book for the Reluctant Reader and an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; and The Juniper Game, a New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age. She is also the author of Secret Sacrament, the prequel to Time of the Eagle and an ALA Best Book for Young Adults. She lives in Tauranga, New Zealand.
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Avala is a member of the dwindling race of the Shivali. Avala is special -- her mother, Ashila, is the tribe's healer and her father, Gabriel, was Navoran, a member of an enemy tribe who became a great ally in times of trouble. The Navoran still conquer lands, and the Shinali have become nomads, but there are still a few Navoran who honor Avala's father, and are willing to deal gently with Shinali. The true reason that Avala is held in high regard is due to a prophecy that points to her as the chosen one, the one who will finish what her father began and will bring about the Time of the Eagle.
Avala is unsure that she is capable of fulfilling such a high calling. What is she to do? And how? What if she fails? Part of her hopes that the prophecy was wrong, and meant for someone else. She doesn't want to lead an army, much less know how to do so. She wants to be a healer alongside her mother. But, she must venture out to find the future that awaits her and her people.
The path is unknown even to Avala. She will have to find her own way through the lands and peoples she encounters. Most importantly, she'll have to trust in herself, even in her most lost and confused moments. The fate of the Shinali depends upon her.
This is an amazing book! Completely engrossing, you are lost in Avala's world long after the story ends. Avala is very strong, but still frightened and unsure at times. The lands she travels to are both foreign and familiar. And the things she sees and learns!
This is an epic book in the sense that it covers a large expanse of time, and it does so incredibly well. You really feel and live and experience so much right along with her. It's also very interesting to me that this could be a time in the future, or one in the past.
There seems to be a wealth of story both before and after the time frame that this book covers. I truly hope I get to know more of this place and these people!
this book had all the necessary qualifications needed to make an AMAZING book - romance, and not the vulgar kind, action, magic, indians, and a happy ending. i hope a similar book is written. You did a wonderous job. THANKS!
A fantastic read i was literally crying when shila was kept as the prisoner of the Igaal tribe i'm a sucker for a good tear jerker
The Shinali survivors are on the run from the Navoran Empire who annexed their neighbors in a brutal campaign. The Navoran Emperor Jaganath orders his soldiers to finish the mission by exterminating the few remaining surviving Shinali. Those remaining Shinali flee through treacherous mountains and even the deadlier Desert seeking safety, but the enemy keeps hunting them. Shinali healer Ashila gives birth to the first child born since they took flight. Over the years, Avala remembers hunger and thirst, but vividly recalls her mother carrying her through hostile environs. --- When Ayala is old enough to understand Ashila tells her about her deceased father, Gabriel (see SECRET SACRAMENT) of Navoran, which provides some solace to the child, as times at best were tough. Avala dreamed of following her mother¿s footsteps by becoming a healer, but tribal seer Zalidas thinks otherwise. He believes Ayala will herald the TIME OF THE EAGLE that will prove the salvation of the Shinali, but the chosen one has doubts as she fears she lacks the courage of the warrior hunter as she is just a novice healer who detests hurting anything living. --- Although reading SECRET SACRAMENT will enhance this tale because it provides more detailed background that led to the predicament that the Shinali face, TIME OF THE EAGLE can stand alone as a terrific coming of age young adult fantasy. The story line is told predominantly from Ayala¿s perspective as she turns from frightened healer apprentice to even more frightened destiny¿s savior. She keeps the tale focused as she relates the events that must turn a hunted healer¿s heart into a hunting warrior with a healer¿s heart if the Shinali are to survive their ordeal. Fans of all ages will appreciate Sherryl Jordan¿s next generation sequel. --- Harriet Klausner