Blurb:
“Not the children.” Willow Carey is awakened by the remnants of a dream she hasn’t had for years. Today she is to return to Indian’s Sorrow, a house she inherited from her aunt. The inheritance has caused a rift with her twin sister. Her father and stepmother have died in an accident. Though she doesn’t want to go to Indian’s Sorrow, she must take charge of her young half-sister and brother.
Reid Talbot, a man she once loved lives near the house with his family. Now a widower, he lives with his sons. Learning to trust him again is difficult but he also has dreams.
Together, they must learn the meaning of the dreams before the whispers of yesteryear destroy their newfound happiness.
Excerpt:
As she moved among the trees, she stopped to gather medicines --
birch leaves, bloodroot, ginseng, bee balm. Slowly, she made her way to the
stream where chill waters swept down the hill to join other streams and form a
river.
The leaves of the willows had darkened from pale spring green to
the darker hues of summer. All the catkins had dropped away. She pressed her
hands against the largest of the cluster.
"Sister Tree, one who shares your name has need of your bark.
Will you let me cut your skin?" She pressed her forehead against the tree
and waited for an answer.
The scream that sounded in her head caused her to stagger. Her
legs refused to hold her erect. She slid to the ground. With a terror that
matched her sister’s, through the link between them, she witnessed the
destruction of the Long House. The faces of the enemy burned into her head.
"Not the children!" The scream caused the earth beneath
her body to shudder.
*****
July 2000
"Not the children!"
Willow Carey jerked into a sitting position. Her heart thudded in
her chest. Waves of terror flooded her thoughts. She gulped deep breaths of
air.
She stared at the familiar surroundings and wondered why the
bedroom seemed alien. Like a shroud, the sheet had twisted around her legs. She
tugged it free. Her sleep shirt, soaked with perspiration, clung to her skin.
She shook her head to dislodge the fragments of the nightmare that had awakened
her. Terror, grief and rage had followed her into consciousness. What? Why?
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well done! powerful dream, rich imagery
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