A modern day whodunit featuring an ancient Native American diary encoded in the margins of an old family bible.
August, 1763. A brig bound for New York suddenly diverts its course into shallow Nantucket waters near the entrance to the Old Harbor, which has recently shoaled over. The fever ship,legend tells us, laden with sick and dying Irish immigrants to the New World, is forced to anchor offshore. One by one, the frightened passengers make their way to the beach and into the village. Within several days the first islanders lie infected and dying. By January, three quarters of the island's Indian population, 222 people, mostly elders, women, and children, are dead. It is a plague of biblical proportions. Mysteriously, no whites succumb. So begins the familiar tale. Undisputed local lore. Or massive cover-up? Now, for the first time, told through the diary of Sarah Skootequary, eyewitness, the answer to what really happened that tragic summer of 1763.
Ireland 1947. Seven weeks of relentless snow. Guard Eamon Foley is searching for a missing child.
At Toby Appleyard’s farm, he discovers the kitchen littered with dead cats. And the skeletal remains of a woman. Upstairs, Toby is dead in his bed.
First Place Winner in historical fiction in the Purple Dragonfly Awards for excellence in children's literature, and named a U.P. Notable Classic.
Feel like you are in the moment nearly 100 years ago with a young girl, daughter of Finnish immigr
