I love historical novels, and ones that clearly show a dedicated level of research are always appreciated. Admittedly I know little about this part of America's history, but the authors did an excellent job of establishing time and place throughout the novel. Perhaps the best part was the way the...
The Dawn Country; Michael & Kathleen O'Neal Gear, 2011; Tom Dougherty Associates LLC.The Dawn Country (book number two out of four in the People of the Longhouse series) picks up where our not so fine feathered friends, War Chief Karocco, her defunct/ex-husband/Deputy Gonda and their recently acq...
The Gears are the best at what they do, which is writing about pre-history based on archeology, creating a plausible fictional story to help us to understand the facts and thus preserve our own Native American history. Kathleen and Michael have been my lamplight in becoming a Native American his...
In a galaxy on the brink of civil war, the Brotherhood seeks to keep the peace through diplomacy, subterfuge, and control of both technological advances and the carefully gathered knowledge of countless worlds. But now Speaker Archon, formerly a privateer and currently head of the world of Star's...
Bizarre celebrity thefts are occurring all over the world: A piece of hair from John Lennon, Julia Roberts' bed linens. . . . Sheela Marks, Hollywood's hottest actress, is hounded by obsessed fans literally out for a piece of her. Terrified and desperate, she charges her chief security guard, ex-...
Naive Harvard idealist meets rugged frontier wilderness. Poor Richard Hamilton, the affable, yet toolish young chap from Boston, is totally devoted to his philosophical bffs--Kant, Voltaire and Rousseau. In fact, as young Hamilton initially believes, there isn't any problem that can't be reasoned...
This rich and exciting trilogy follows the search of one man--raised to be the ultimate general, the penultimate killing machine--for his own humanity and for the son he's never known. A son who is now his sworn enemy...
In the stunning conclusion to Gear's remarkable trilogy, the rift between father and son--both trained killing machines--will reach an explosive climax. Lines must be drawn. Traitors must be divided from friends. And the final battle begins....
Alternate-cover edition can be found here The call to battle… The Forbidden Borders, an unassailable gravity-powered barrier, confine rival human empires to a few star systems, leaving them to strive endlessly against one another for domination. Now the balance of power has shifted so drastical...
Now and then, one of them jerked around to look out into the larches, as though certain Gannajero and her warriors were sneaking up on them.Koracoo understood the feeling. Toksus might well be bait for a trap. His story about how he’d gotten here was curious enough, but his insistence that he’d a...
The world knew him as Red Mask, high chief of Copper Falcon Town, a lineage elder of the Four Winds Clan. I called him Father. His cardinal-feather cloak was thrown back over his shoulders and ruffled in the breeze. Sunlight glinted on the copper pin that held his gray-streaked hair in a tight wa...
A pungent odor—that of sulfur and noxious minerals—clogged her nostrils. The nightmare played itself out again. She screamed as Three Bulls choked her into submission, his hot breath on her cheek. She relived the pain as he penetrated her. Ghostly images of the Wolf People's raid on ...
In the shifting smoke, Jigonsaseh found Sindak standing to the left of the Bear Clan longhouse porch, speaking with his warriors. He’d lost four in the battle, and another five had been wounded. Thirty-one crowded around him, their expressions somber. Distinctive clan symbols decorated their pain...
When she ducked past him, he caught the scent of pine needles, and found it strangely powerful. On the war trail, he had spent many summers sleeping on soft beds of pine, spruce, or juniper needles. The fragrance brought back those days, and with them the odd comingled thrill of victory and the d...
Do you see him?” My eyelids flutter, but I do not open them. We marched hard all day. At dark, Gannajero gave us each a single cornmeal biscuit filled with walnuts, the first freshly cooked food we’ve had, and I was so grateful I gobbled mine down. Right after I brushed the crumbs from my hands a...
It is our soul. Bright and shining. Yes, I know, you have been taught all of your life that the soul is some mysterious, hidden being, like a cloaked child secreted in a corner of your mind, but that is a lie. Death is soul. Anyone who is truly aliv...
The hide he lay on had softened with the moisture. He shivered and sat up, instinctively looking for his mother first and the stars second. Perhaps an hour remained until the false dawn—or so he judged. Learning to tell time by the stars took practice. They changed so with the seasons. ...