White Wolf was raised Native American by his adopted mother. As most children who are adopted, White Wolf wanted to know about his biological parents. Not getting his questions answered he went in search of the mystery surrounding his adoption and the unique gifts he was born with. Gifts that others did not seem to have.
Jentry stared out from the veil which separated him from Lisa and little White Wolf; trying to catch their attention however, his effort was to no avail. He was stuck between the worlds; in limbo and could only watch what was taking place on the other side. He saw the Windigo. It was the Windigo that had lured him through the invisible portal and then shut the door behind him as it leaped through to the other side. Turning in his direction, its eyes glowing bright red like the fires of hell, the entity growled a warning in his direction then said, “Foolish human, you can’t stop me! They belong to me now! Their souls are mine as well as that which I seek! The Blue Diamond is mine!”
The Windigo stood in front of the portal gate to the world beyond; taunting the three as they approached, “Foolish child, you can’t win! Give me what I seek. You and those with you may pass through the portal to your world without hindrance from me or those that serve me! You can’t hope to win! I have something you want! Look beyond the veil into the world where you belong! Tell me are their lives worth the price of the Blue Diamond? They are all you really have left child! Would you throw away their lives for a stone?” The Windigo glared at them as they came closer speaking once more to the child of the wolf. “Is this not a fair trade,” He asked?
Excerpt
DEEP WITHIN THE FOREST stands the
cabin I built with my life mate. The sun
is starting to rise over the neighboring
mountain just east of the cabin. The only
light in the parlor is coming from the logs
burning in the fireplace. Sitting in my
over-stuffed chair I warm my old bones by
the heat of the fire.
While the roar of winter rages against
the cabin walls, memories of my childhood
in the Canadian mountains come rushing
back. My Cherokee name is Un e gv Wa ya,
meaning White Wolf. At birth I was given to
a Cherokee Medicine woman to be raised as
her own.
SURGICALLY RE-WRITTEN and CONDENSED Feb-May 2013... A MONUMENTAL JOURNEY is an adventure mystery historical fiction novel that follows a young mans journey (with friends) to find Truth, happiness, purpose, and a long lost Norse tribe.
Let yourself take on a sexy adventurous read, walk on the sensual dark side of human adventure through the shadows of your mind. And, challenge your senses of the normal versus the paranormal, and the abnormal. Accept the quest, get onboard and disco
