Author Evelyn Timidaiski
Genre Fantasy/Science Fiction
Publisher The Wild Rose Press
Two hundred years into the future, the world faces an impending and devastating event, the eruption of a super volcano beneath Yellowstone, home of the Kahoti Tribe. They are caretakers of a sacred pipe that symbolizes the ancient covenant between the tribes and White Mesa Woman—the matriarch of their tribe. She promises to return when she is needed.
Powaqa, an albino child, is born, and when her mother dies Grandfather (The Great Spirit) sends Hania, her spirit warrior, a wolf, to protect the baby. Once she is twenty and renamed Tiponi, Hania learns she is destined to be his mate and is the reincarnation of White Mesa Woman. She must complete her own quests in order to enact the change, but will it happen in time to bring back the sacred pipe when it is stolen or stop the volcano from destroying all they hold dear?
Sam’s eyes never left hers as he reached out and pulled her body up against his own. The electrical jolt as their energies intermingled nearly took his breath away. Before—he’d always released her before she became aware. Now, he tightened his arms around her, reveling in her softness. He ached to do more but restrained himself. Tiponi was a child when it came to emotions, and he needed to go slowly. She had to grow into her own woman before he could reveal all he’d like to share. She was on the brink of discovery and must be allowed to develop free of his influence.
Unlike her, he’d had several lifetimes to become accustomed to the strangeness of being a spirit. The energy between them changed, from a shock to a subtle buzz of particles moving along his skin. He felt the moment she recognized the change in frequency. Her body detected minute changes in energy frequencies. She felt energy waves like most people heard words. It was a truly remarkable talent and one of the reasons she’d been chosen for this role.
He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers, another point of contact, a place where their minds would mingle. Her eyes were blue pools of wonder, and he wanted to dive in and lose himself. She looked up at him, her excitement and trust clearly evident. This child-woman was fire in his veins. Their lips were a mere inch apart, and he could almost taste her—no, not yet. He banked his passion and steeled himself to open his mind to hers. Regardless how much he allowed her to see or feel they both would be changed forever. He lowered his mental shields and allowed her into his memories.
Hania felt Tiponi stiffen with uncertainty as she saw bits of his past fly through his mind. Anasazi—caves in the canyon. His tribe is a peaceful people of twenty families, living high up on the canyon walls. Young Hania surveys the river valley from the clifftop which surrounds the canyon. The hunt has gone well; he has a nice buck to bring back for food and enough hide for new moccasins for his wife who has just given birth to their first child, a son. Already he has plans for what he will teach his young son. Elohea, is so beautiful and loving. He is eager to get home and hold her in his arms as they sleep. Three days apart, not long for a hunt, but a lifetime to a young husband.
As he climbs down the cliff, he becomes uneasy at the quiet below. There should be children playing and dogs barking. He is met with silence as he drops the last few feet to the rocky outcrop which shades the adobe homes of his family. Where is everyone? His heart begins to beat as fast as that of the deer which ran frantically before the kill. There is no one to greet him as he flings back the hide covering the door—only emptiness. Fear settles into his stomach like rocks at the bottom of a stream. Quickly he runs to check all the other abodes only to find the same emptiness. A few broken pots, some burned hides and poles are the only evidence he finds of his family. They have simply disappeared.
Her question drifted into his mind. “Hania, you’re Anasazi?”
“I am spirit, Tiponi. My past no longer matters. We need to focus on the…” His mind words broke off and he chuckled.
“Yes, I’m an old man by your standards. Do you think I’ll be unable to handle any trouble that might arise?” He’d seen her disbelief at what she’d seen. Now he felt as well as saw her blush.
“I didn’t mean…”
“It’s all right.”
He felt her curiosity, but before he could say more, they were caught up by the Slipstream. Glimpses of her childhood, feelings of loneliness which had been her young life, all drifted between them. Deliberately, he avoided watching her grow up after her birth; he’d known her future role and his involvement in it. Still, he must keep some things from her, when he wanted nothing more than to meld his mind and body to hers and fill all those empty spaces.
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Evelyn Timidaiski is a Golden Palm winner, Winter Rose finalist, and author of the series Brandon’s Brigade. Her sense of adventure, deep-rooted values, and love of romance enliven her fast-paced novels. Ms. Timidaiski lives with her pup, Chloe, in Mississippi, where she writes romantic suspense, contemporary, and fantasy. When she isn’t painting or taking nature photographs, you will find her at her computer, crafting her newest novel. She loves to hear from readers. You can visit her online at her website http://www.evelyntimidaiskiauthor.com/ or on Facebook.
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