W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O'Neal Gear, award-winning archaeologists and international bestselling authors, break extraordinary new ground in the riveting sequal to their bestselling The Summoning God. Bone Walker is more than a murder mystery, it is a psychological thriller filled with the action that have made this the dynamic duo of the historical. They have breathed life into the vanished world of the Anasazi, bringing out the spirit, the loves, and a mysterious world where mystery and horror lurk in every shadow, behind every door, sometimes right before you. The Gears invite you to follow them down the dark labyrinth of the serial killers mind in Book III of the Anasazi Mysteries.
Eight hundred years have passed since the Mogollon holy man was murdered in Flowing Waters Town. The threads of evil spun by Two Hearts are drawn across time to ensnare modern archaeologists Dusty Stewart and Maureen Cole. The "Wolf Witch" has killed archaeologist Dale Emerson Robertson, and Dusty and Maureen must unmask the murderer before he strikes again. But in so doing, Dusty will root out disturbing secrets about his own past that will cast his father's suicide in an unsettling light. With so many skeletons in the closet, even a bone expert like Maureen can be baffled...and the Wolf Witch is two steps ahead of them, drawing them relentlessly into his trap...
From the national award-winning archaeologists and international bestselling authors of The Visitant and The Summoning God comes a novel of unforgettable terror about a murder in America eight hundred years ago...and a power that transcends time.
|Publisher:||St. Martin's Press|
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.48(d)|
About 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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Sun Cycle of the Great Horned Owl The Falling River Moon
FETID BREATH CARESSES my cheek as Death, the Blue God, leans over my shoulder to peer into my eyes.
I turn away to stare at this place where they have carried me. I lie in a rock-capped overhang where wind and water have undercut the dirty brown sandstone. To my right, against the wall, I see the piled litter of an old pack rat nest. Firelight flickers across the rough surface of the rock. Shadows leap. Shadows live on light.
The Blue God watches me, waiting, a hunger keening in her souls.
Five figures, wrapped in split-turkey-feather blankets, lie in a semicircle as if to protect me from the night and the bone-chilling wind.
The Blue God shifts, and I feel her need. Her craving flows through my bones and muscles like the tingling charge of a rubbed fur blanket. With each painful breath I take, she hunches like a starving coyote, waiting to leap on my breath-heart soul when it slips ever so lightly from my body.
The Blue God draws an expectant breath, and fear draws patterns along my age-withered muscles. I wait for her with anticipation; my loins tingle, the expectation of her caress as she devours me is like that of sexual release.
But I fear what comes after: the journey down the Trail of Sorrows where Spider Woman waits. There, beside her eternal fire, her nimble feet dance on theashes of evil ... of those who have gone before me.
My hand still burns with the feel of the turquoise wolfthe Spirit amulet. He was my salvation. He would have led me through the maze, past the monsters, and down the correct trails to the Land of the Dead. The War Chief, Browser, tore the wolf from my hand. I searched for many sun cycles before I found the precious wolf and removed him from the dead Night Sun's mummified neck. May her soul mix with those tortured ashes under Spider Woman's feet. She brought the First People to this: Ruin. Pain. Death. She was the last great ruler of the Straight Path Nation. She gave up everything to marry one of the Made People: a lowly War Chief.
Her legacy to me should have been leadership of the Straight Path Nation. Instead all that she left me was hatred of all that was ... and is. Most of all, hatred of myself and this world.
I have fought the new gods, the hideous half-human and half-animal katsinas. For that, Spider Woman should thank me, but her gratitude is as fickle as Wind Baby's when he sucks the last moisture from a parched cornfield.
Unlike Spider Woman, the Blue God cares not a whit for my actions. The Blue God, like me, is driven by an unwholesome appetite. She takes, sucking down the souls of the dying in an endless orgy of gluttony. I understand her desperate craving, for I have had my own.
The War Chief, Browser, asked, "How could you do it?" He does not know the ecstasy that thrilled every bone, muscle, and tissue, as I shot my hot seed into the flesh of my flesh. The gods, jealous as they are, forbid incest because it smacks of the immortal. Through it, a man can live forever.
I cough, and pain dances in my chest on feathery feet. Bright red blood seeps into my wounded lungs as broken ribs grate against each other.
The Blue God extends her muzzle, sniffing at my bloody mouth.
Is it time?
I struggle to maintain the hold on my breath-heart soul. I am drawn, lured forward by my wish to feel the Blue God's teeth, to know that ecstasy of release as I slide down her silky throat to the warmth of her stomach. I, too, have eaten souls, swallowed their meat, fusing their flesh with mine.
A tear forms on my eyelid, silvering the firelight and blurring my vision. Gods, I want this so much!
But the fear is stronger. Before I can experience that burst of relief, I must have the sacred turquoise wolf to lead me to salvation. He knows the way of the First People, when, after death, the breath-heart soul meets that forked trail. To the left lies the Sun Trail that leads to the Land of the Dead. There, I can spend eternity with my ancestors: the First People who climbed from the underworlds during the Age of Emergence and followed the Great North Road to the sunlight.
Without the turquoise wolf to guide me, I will be tricked into turning right, down the Trail of Sorrows. The smoke that I seethinking it that of my ancestors' hearthswill rise from Spider Woman's pinon pine fire. As I approach, she will ensnare me and burn me into the ash she dances upon.
A wavering form detaches from the darkness beyond the sheltering rock. The Blue God moans in frustration as my daughter walks gracefully into the light of the fire. She stops, the wind teasing her long black hair. Wind Baby presses the yellow fabric of her dress against those full breasts and accents the sensual curve of her hip. As her eyes meet mine I see the question, the longing. She, too, is intimate with the Blue God. Is that the excitement I see reflected in her large dark eyes? Are they entwined like lovers in rapturous anticipation of my death?
I wet my bloody lips and say, "I will not die today."
I see her carefully masked disappointment. Unlike me, she has never learned to curb her appetite. Her need frightens me. For all that I am, she is more, haunted, the sister of the Blue God. My daughter runs her tongue over her full red lips, wetting them sensually.
She says nothing as she steps gracefully to my side and lowers herself. I catch her scent, smoky, hot from running through the night to reach me. I close my eyes against the pain in my chest. Her breath is warm on my cheek; her tongue tickles my lips as she licks the clotted blood away.
The warmth of her body next to mine is a tonic.
It reminds me ... there is much to live for.
Copyright © 2001 by Kathleen O'Neal Gear and W. Michael Gear
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In the thirteenth century, the once majestic Anasazi Empire is in a rapid state of decline. A nasty drought has led to a food shortage, which exacerbates the religious disputes and inter-clan genocide becomes the norm. War chief Browser and his trusted aide Catkin want to kill the witch Two Hearts, who burned their home to the ground. Two Hearts covets an amulet Browser wears because the witch believes that will extend his life. At the same location, but in the twenty-first century, the FBI asks archeologists Dusty Steward and Maureen Cole to help on a homicide investigation. Someone killed a mutual friend Dr. Dale Emerson in Chaco Canyon, New Mexico with the evidence pointing towards a witch. Dusty and Maureen have the knowledge to see what the Feds might miss because the proof lies outside their belief system. The alternating chapters between the thirteenth and twenty-first centuries keeps the readers on full alert as they try to connect the link between the eras. There are many fascinating mysteries contained within BONE WALKER, but it is the vibrant and perceptive panorama on the Anasazi culture that makes this novel stand out amidst the crowd of archeological who-done-its. The audience feels the decline of this mighty civilization and wonders if history will repeat itself with the United States. Harriet Klausner
The final third of the Anasazi Mystery series, one of the most mysterious and surprising books by these two outstanding writers. Dale is dead and Dusty's world has been turned upside down. There are many things he has not faced in his past, and those things include his mother and the man he believed stole his mother away. The hard truths are the toughest realities. But this story is not just the beginning of the real love story of Maureen and Dusty, but the ghosts of the past haunting all of them. Can Maureen and Dusty work through the clues and find out who is Kwewur, and stopping his homicidal crusade? Browser has killed his wife in defense of his best friend Catkin. He has injured the greatest witch if his time. He has begun a journey that will unravel all the efforts of Shadow Woman and Two Hearts. The sadistic, incestuous, malevolent, corrupting, consuming, power that is destroying his world. Can he save the ones he loves? Will he risk all to find a solution to the destruction of the Straight Path nation, or find somewhere to hide?
the first one got me hooked same with second and now the third i hope there is a fourth
Enjoyed every page to the last.
The Gears have done a masterful job of completing this trilogy. Love the alternation between the prehistoric time and the current time....which is also a GREAT mystery. Loved it!!
Leaves you breathless. Wanting more more more right NOW. I was crying, laughing, and cursing with the characters. These are the best authors in this genre. Write more please
I loved reading the Anasazi Mystery series. I think that the Gears are awsome authors in which they have the background knowledge and experience from which to write from. I love every single book of theirs and hope to read every new one that they write.
The child, Bone Walker, said that Catkin and Browser's son would be a great Singer - I can't wait to hear about him! I've read from 'People of the Wolf' to 'People of the Masks' in The First North American Series, and all three of the Anasazi Mystery Series! Can't wait for 'People of the Owl' to come out! I hope it's soon - I went through the last one too fast!
This one--Bone Walker---was as great as the two preceding it. Please, don't make us wait too long for another one!!