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Moon Dancer: Chapter 1 Scene 2

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Moon Dancer excerptThe faster I tried to button my white silk blouse, the more my fingers fumbled. No wonder since my nails kept lengthening into claws.

“Cut it out,” I muttered, grabbing my keys and wallet and stealing one quick glance in the hall mirror. I needed to be on time. I needed to look professional…

…And I needed to rebutton my blouse. Because, despite my best efforts, I’d still managed to mismatch the rows.

My day. My choice, the wolf inside me grumbled. She forced me to drop the car keys back into the bowl by the door then bent our body double until clean cuffs dragged against grubby floor tiles. Run. Hunt. Come, Adena.

The raven responded to our body language with a caw and a rustle of feathers, hopping off the coat rack to land on our curved spine. Both bird and wolf were willing to blow off the most important lecture of the semester in favor of stalking rabbits in the empty lot three blocks over. Unlike me, they had no concerns about losing our job and winding up homeless when we failed to pay the bills.

Wolves don’t need houses, my inner beast scoffed. Wolves need pack.

“How about blood?”

Hmmm?

The body she commanded froze, knees pressing against unyielding floor tiles. We sank back onto our skirted bum, the welcome mat managing to scratch our skin despite the fabric in between.

My wolf was listening.

“Hot blood,” I elaborated, pressing my index fingernail against the pad of my thumb to measure sharpness. The claw had receded but my human nail was longer than it had been when we’d started our morning power struggle. Still, my nails weren’t so claw-like that I’d have to rush back to the bathroom and clip them. If the wolf accepted our humanity, we didn’t have to be late.

“Salty. Tasty,” I continued. Testing my muscles, I rose into a more human posture. “Look.”

Flicking open the drinking spout of the insulated coffee mug, at first I smelled nothing. Then, my wolf’s interest piqued.

Colors dimmed. Scents sharpened. Saliva pooled in our shared mouth.

I hurried through the locking of one door and unlocking of another. But my wolf didn’t stay distracted long.

Now, she demanded as my hand made contact with the cool metal of the car door handle.

I tried to clench my fingers sufficiently to pull up on the lever, but my left hand was the one that moved without my permission. The mug lifted to my lips. Drink, the wolf demanded.

I couldn’t bait and switch, so I swallowed the thick liquid I’d bought in the butcher’s freezer section yesterday then primed in the microwave moments earlier. The notion of what I was sucking down repulsed me. The taste was vile.

The wolf disagreed. Pleasure suffused us. Was she or I the one being strengthened by the liquid some poor cow had lost while being processed into hamburgers?

The demand that followed was most definitely lupine. More.

“Once we get there,” I countered. This time, I managed to slide into the car so we could speed toward campus. It was only a three-minute drive and my lecture wasn’t scheduled to begin for another four minutes. I wasn’t yet officially late.

More! Furry fingers clenched around the steering wheel, swerving us sideways. The car’s fender narrowly missed a pedestrian, who yelled something I was glad was blocked by the closed window. Adena responded from the passenger seat with a round of avian swearing as I turned into the closest lot.

“We’re almost there.” I needed both hands to park and grab my laptop case, but I rolled my tongue around in my mouth to capture the final molecules of blood.

The effort was a sop to my wolf and she responded with a minuscule relaxation sufficient to allow me to exit the vehicle. Our knuckles were hairless—mostly. And I found myself able to juggle the mug and the laptop once Adena abandoned me in favor of her customary tree branch.

Sunny March weather meant the raven preferred to stay outside while I lectured. My wolf had similar inclinations. But the salty liquid on my tongue soothed her. She hummed her satisfaction as I swallowed one last particle of blood.

The bell tower chimed, knocking me off my stride. Shoot. I’d forgotten that my car clock ran two minutes slow.

Sprinting, I clung to the mug while rebuttoning my blouse and trying not to let the laptop strap bounce off my shoulder. The halls were empty. Everyone must have already settled into their seats.

I burst through the door, gazing up at the packed lecture hall. My eyes slid over the back corner, hiccuped as my wolf struggled for dominance.

She wanted to greet him. She wanted to lick him. She wanted to….

Squashing her interest, I moved on to assess the room professionally.

I was late, but the turnout was excellent. I could still make this appearance work.

“Ah, here she is now.” The new department chair turned to greet me, only a faint twitching in her cheek denoting her disapproval of my tardiness. “Please give a warm welcome to Dr. Olivia Hart.”

The clapping was effusive. I smiled then leaned over the nearby table, setting down my bag in preparation for hooking my laptop up to the projector.

And my wolf pounced.

“Blood.” Her words. My mouth. A titter from the audience.

Not now! This time I was the one speaking silently. She was the one grabbing the travel mug and upending it over our tilted face.

Ruby red liquid poured out the hole in the top, glinting in reflected sunlight before gushing over our taste buds. Most we swallowed—after all, the wolf thought this treat was delicious. But some overflowed onto our chin, the table, the neck of our blouse.

White no longer, my work attire was now streaked with crimson. I glanced down, cheeks heating at the way blood puddled between my breasts.

This wasn’t how I’d intended my lecture to start.

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Moon Dancer: Chapter 1 Scene 1

Are you ready for a sneak peak into Moon Dancer? This book probably won’t make any sense if you haven’t read Wolf Dreams. But if you’ve got book one under your belt, here’s a teaser to whet your appetite for book two.

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Moon Dancer excerptIt came as a dream but felt like a vision. A wolf’s face in beaten copper, hollows where the eyes should have been. The hand I possessed—broad, ornamented with a ring of twisted fibers—slid the wolf mask into a tightly woven basket that bobbed along the edge of a barely illuminated stream.

…The old ways.” A male voice rumbled out of my chest. Quiet drumbeats almost drowned out our words.

Something clenched inside me. My wolf, sleeping until then, woke and clawed at my insides.

Pack. Find him….

This was no time for lupine nonsense. I pushed the wolf down, analyzing the artifact that was being released into an underground watercourse.

It was ancient. Even in the dim light, I could tell the mask had a story and belonged in a museum. Was it…?

Before I could fully formulate the question, the artifact was lost into the wild. Like a stick dropped into a stream to race against another, the basket leapt free of our fingers and jumped forward out of reach.

We didn’t try to stop it. Instead, we stood frozen while the roar of a not-so-distant waterfall was overwhelmed by a rising melody of chants and drumbeats. Weariness of age made our body tremble as the last flicker of copper disappeared into the darkness.

Come,” the man murmured. His voice was querulous. “We need you.”

For one moment longer, we lingered. I couldn’t tell why the man whose body I inhabited wasn’t moving or who he’d been calling, but I understood my own intentions.

It had been months since I’d visited the past in a vision. No wonder I reveled in the connection. What was this man about to reveal to me? What would…?

We turned. Hit pause on a cell phone. The soundtrack halted mid-note.

Wait, what?

This wasn’t the prehistoric past. This was the technologically overpowering present.

I woke to the blaring anger of a long-ignored alarm.

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Summer reading list

Usually, it takes me several months to come up with a list of books I love and think you will too. But this has been a good reading season. So here are three werewolf books and a steampunk selection for your enjoyment.

The Last Wolf

My number one recommendation is Maria Vale’s The Last Wolf (and the sequel, which I thought was even better). The cover looks like such a run-of-the-mill shifter romance, but the story inside is deeply engrossing and unique. It’s beautiful in a way similar to Maggie Stiefvater’s Shiver, is steeped in Scandinavian lore, and is also lushly romantic. Do not start this book if you need to go to bed on time.

Alpha by Audrey Faye

Again, the cover does this book no favors. But Alpha by Audrey Faye is a deeply engrossing story about a wounded pack and the young alpha who resolves to fix them. And it’s FREE to borrow with Kindle Unlimited.

Storm Cursed

If you haven’t been living under a rock, you’ll know there’s a new Mercy Thompson book out. This one wasn’t my favorite, but Patricia Briggs’ worst book is better than pretty much anyone else’s best. Of course, you’ll want to start at the beginning rather than diving straight into Storm Cursed.

Saving Verity

Finally, if you’re willing to branch out beyond werewolves, Saving Verity is a steampunk mystery with a delightful scientist heroine and Druid detective. Again, this one is FREE to borrow if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited.

Wolf Rampant Trilogy

And if that’s not quite enough, I’ve also marked down my Wolf Rampant Trilogy to 99 cents this week only. Snag it while it’s cheap, and happy reading!

What to read after Ilona Andrews

Ilona Andrews

Ilona Andrews is one of my favorite authors…or, actually, two of them. This husband/wife duo create the perfect blend of action, fantasy, and romance in their Kate Daniels (urban fantasy with a side of shifter), On the Edge (urban fantasy/paranormal romance mixture), Hidden Legacy (romantic urban fantasy with a witchy cast), and Innkeeper (sci-fi-ish/urban fantasy) series.

If you haven’t already, you should definitely read them all. But then what do you dive into? Here’s what some of their fans have to say:

Patricia Briggs gets the most votes (including mine!).

Anne Bishop is a close runnerup. It took me forever to look past the cover and try out her Others series. But when I did I was blown away!

Nalini Singh is a sister author if you like a little more romance.

And after that it’s a tossup of whether you should move on to Faith Hunter, Devon Monk, Seanan McGuire, Jim Butcher, Rachel Aaron, or Karen Marie Moning. Or any of the dozens of other authors whose books fill urban-fantasy bookshelves today.

In fact, it made my day when a reviewer compared my Moon Marked series (the first book of which is free) to Ilona Andrews. Maybe someday I’ll live up to that compliment! In the meantime, I’ll just keep reading their witty prose.

Hopeton Earthworks archaeology tour

Archaeologists at work

I took a break from writing fictional prehistory so my husband and I could tour a real, live archaeological site this weekend. And, of course, I came away awash in facts and guesses about what made these ancient people tick.

Hopeton Earthworks map

The site in question is Hopeton Earthworks, located just across the river from the contemporaneous Mound City Earthworks in Chillicothe. In fact, our guide — Dr. Bret Ruby — suggested that we should really think of these two areas as facets of the same site. Mound City was used for burials while Hopeton appears to have been used a “World Center shrine.”

That analysis is based on the work of modern Native Americans, who speak of sites like this as being models of the universe. Specifically, the long double line at the bottom of the picture above represents two quarter-mile earthen walls that point to sunset on the winter solstice. This seasonal focus is common at similar sites, like the Calendar Mounds at Fort Ancient. Dr. Ruby suggested that Hopeton Earthworks may have been built as an “earth naval” meant to capture or channel the power of the solstice sun.

Fire-cracked rock

That part is guesswork, but there was plenty of rock-hard data present…quite literally. This summer, the archaeologists are excavating the remains of earthen ovens, which are currently found via machinery that senses magnetic anomalies in soil. In the past, these same ovens were often discovered by walking across tilled farmland and looking for fire-cracked stones like the one shown above.

What’s a fire-cracked stone? Let me back up and explain about earthen ovens. Hopewell people dug pits in the soil, filled them with wood, lit fires, then piled stones on top. The stones sucked up the fire’s heat then released it more slowly, often cracking along weak points in the rock in the process. The result is stones with multiple flat faces like the one pictured above. You don’t usually find this shape in non-human-impacted areas.

At the Hopeton Earthworks, fire-cracked rocks are very common, but they aren’t found everywhere. Instead, people appeared to keep their cookfires at the edge of the raised terrace that encircles the site, out of the floodplain but far enough away from the earthworks so they weren’t muddying the sacred with the profane. In other words — no trash in church!

Lamellar bladelet

There was, however, trash in the ovens…and archaeologists were excited to find it! The flint bladelet above was found the same day of our tour, the prismatic cross-section proving that the knife was knocked off a core using a very specialized Hopewell technique. This particular blade never got utilized, but our leader said that similar blades were used to shave hair into elaborate hairstyles. Fashion was a thing in Ohio in 0 BC.

Mica and deer bone

So was art. The reflective shard on the other side of the deer bone in the image above is a chip of mica that might have been discarded while making ceremonial objects like images of birds and hands. Mica isn’t commonly found in Ohio, however, so this shiny rock would have been carried in from the mountains of North and South Carolina.

How did mica — and other distantly sourced materials like shells and obsidian — make its way to Chillicothe? I’d always understood that the Hopewell people had a farflung trade network. But Dr. Ruby made the excellent point that materials clearly moved to Ohio, but none seemed to make their way back out. Wouldn’t trade result in Ohio flint and other materials being discovered in North and South Carolina (among other places)?

Instead, our guide suggested two hypotheses for how this mica arrived in the Hopewell epicenter. Possibly Hopewell people went on long journeys, bringing home materials like mica to be incorporated into their ceremonial sites. Or perhaps Native Americans from other parts of the continent traveled to Chillicothe just like my husband and I did, bringing gifts of their local mica in exchange for viewing the sun through Hopeton’s quarter-mile earthen tunnel.

Archaeology sifter

There’s so much more to share (like wood-henges purposefully dismantled and mounded over to hold power in the earth). But I’ll end with one last factoid:

  • The clear quartz crystals sometimes found at Hopewell sites were tied as the hardest materials in the Hopewell world. What was the other material in first place? Beaver teeth!

Okay, now back to work on my novel. Olivia was in quite a bind when last I visited her. I guess I’d better help her out.

Animism and petroglyphs

Waterfall

I dropped by Leo petroglyph again Saturday, this time with enough leeway so I could walk the nearby trail.

Leo Petroglyph nature trail

Just below the petroglyph, a stream runs through a stunning gorge full of fascinating rock formations, lichens, mosses, and liverworts.

Rock pillar

Which got me thinking — are all of our landscapes as breathtaking when left to their own devices? Or were Native Americans purposefully setting their constructions alongside beauty the same way we erect informational signs at overlooks within national parks?

Tree on rock

Animism is the belief — widespread among many native religions — that every tree, rock, and place contains a spiritual essence. Assuming that the people who created Leo petroglyph ascribed to this belief, doesn’t it make sense that they would use their mounds, effigies, and petroglyphs to call out the existing power/beauty of natural spots?

Tree eating sign

When considered this way, our obsession with preserving mounds is a bit like aliens coming to earth, blasting the Grand Canyon, then turning nearby signage into protected monuments. It’s possible we’re missing the point….

Fort Ancient musings

Limestone circle

My husband, my mothers-in-law, and I spent an illuminating afternoon at Fort Ancient yesterday. Unfortunately, our brains grew saturated before we made it halfway through the museum, and we didn’t get to spend nearly enough time walking through the astonishing earthworks either. But I saw enough to get my mind whirring, which will have to do for now!

Fort Ancient ravines

This two-thousand-year-old site was created during a 400-year period then was used for another hundred years after that. Up on a bluff above the Little Miami River, the first step in construction involved moving tons of earth to fill in ravines like this one…using hand-woven baskets, elk antlers, deer shoulderblades, clam-shell hoes, and wooden digging sticks.

Fort Ancient earthworks

Then a 3.5-mile-long undulating curve of wall was created, along with indented ponds on the inside. To give you an idea of the scale of this endeavor, the amount of earth moved at the Fort Ancient site amounted to 221,000 full-size pickup-truck loads. If construction was ongoing throughout all four seasons every day of the 400 years in question, that amounts to 1.5 pickup-truck loads moved daily. A serious undertaking for a society in which people lived in small family groups!

Fire mound ceremony

Early European settlers assumed these walls were fortresses, but scientists now think they may have been sites of religious ceremonies, athletic competitions, or other cultural events. The Calendar Mounds and the newly discovered Moorehead Circle are evidence of one potential use.

Calendar mound

Used in conjunction with intentional gaps in the encircling earthworks, the Calendar Mounds line up with sunrise at the solstices and with various astronomical events. Archaeological evidence suggests that the Fort Ancient people built bonfires at the site of these mounds, perhaps to create balance with the rising sun. The Moorehead Circle was a woodhenge (like Stonehenge, but built out of wooden posts) that may have had a similar function.

Shaman

Unfortunately, everything we decipher about two-thousand-year-old people who left no written record is guesswork. Could the Fort Ancient earthworks relate to earlier evidence of shamanism in which bear and wolf skulls were carved into ceremonial masks? Were the ponds part of the ceremony or simply inevitable depressions that resulted from moving so much earth? How many people came to Fort Ancient, how often, and why? Why do Fort Ancient’s earthworks take on such an organic shape while contemporaneous sites in valleys enclose perfect circles and squares?

Cairns

It’s easy to ascribe deep spiritual significance to people we will never meet or know. But walking through a different park the next day and coming across modern cairns created by bored college students, I had to wonder how much of the stunning Fort Ancient earthworks is mystical…and how much is simply the result of humans with time on their hands wanting to leave their mark on the landscape.

After all, hunter-gatherers tend to have more leisure time than the average modern American. Without television and facebook to fill that time, did Fort Ancient people naturally gravitate toward building undulating walls and limestone-capped mounds?

Unfortunately, we will likely never know. Still, the Fort Ancient earthworks is well worth a visit…or two, or three!

Six more months of great books

Recommended novellas

There’s something about the tight story structure of a great novella that snags my interest even though short stories often aren’t my cup of tea. Which is a long way of saying — two-thirds of my recommendations this time around are novellas. I hope you like the format as much as I do!

Romancing the Werewolf, How to Marry a Werewolf, and Romancing the Inventor by Gail Carriger are all delightful, but the first one I listed is probably my favorite. These are all set in her steampunk world.

Here There Be Monsters by Meljean Brook is a really fun short set in the Iron Seas world.

Beast by Christine Pope is a very hooky sci-fi romance (and free on Amazon at the time of this post).

Okay, enough of novellas. On to longer works!

Sweep of the Blade

Sweep of the Blade is the fourth book in Ilona Andrews’ Innkeeper Chronicles. If you haven’t read the others, you’ll probably want to start at the beginning (although this book follows a side character and may be understandable anyway). If you have read the others, though, now’s the time to read the newest installment free on their website before they take it down to polish for publication. Spoiler: it is a delight!

Polaris Rising

Polaris Rising by Jessie Mihalik is quite possibly my favorite book of the last six months. It slid right into that sweet spot between space opera and science-fiction romance where you get a happily ever after at the end of a lot of fun adventure. Highly recommended.

Site Unseen

Finally, if my recent release sucked you into archaeological mysteries, here’s a recommendation (although without any fantasy or werewolves, alas!). Site Unseen by Dana Cameron sucked me in…and is currently free with Kindle Unlimited. Enjoy!

Birds of ancient Ohio

Mound City, Chillicothe
Mound City in Chillicothe, Ohio, is one of the best remaining examples of Hopewell Culture.

One of my favorite things about Ohio is the remnants of Adena and Hopewell cultures protected as parks or just waiting to be stumbled across in the woods. Yes, I’m talking about the 10,000 mounds scattered across the state, all dating from one to three thousand years ago.

Hopewell bird imagery
Birds were used on everything from pipes, beads, pottery, and copper plates to more unique examples like the human bone (top) and turtle-shell-turned-comb (bottom) shown here.

What we mostly don’t see unless the mound is connected with a museum is the beautiful art hidden beneath the dirt. Mounds cover the sites of ceremonial buildings which in turn cover the sites of cremations…and funerary objects are often cached nearby.

Jarrod Burks speaking about birds in Ohio archaeology
Jarrod Burks finds it interesting that many of Ohio’s most common birds aren’t represented on Hopewell art.

Jarrod Burks of Ohio Valley Archaeology, Inc. was interested in the fact that about half the figures on Hopewell creations were birds. And not just any birds — the species portrayed tend to be large, colorful, and/or powerful like hawks, vultures, and owls.

Roseate Spoonbill pipe
The Roseate Spoonbill’s brilliant pink feathers would have been a unique addition to the regalia of Hopewell people. Here, a spoonbill rides a fish on a tobacco-smoking pipe.

Nowhere is this more true than on the tobacco-smoking pipes broken and cached together in two nearby sites — Mound City in Chillicothe and Tremper Mound about thirty miles away.

The two mounds in question were created within one hundred years of each other (which means the pipes could have all been made by the same artist or family). But it’s impossible to know why birds dominate the pipe landscape and why hundreds of pipes were purposefully broken then buried beneath a newly formed mound.

Owl pipe
The beautiful artistry of these pipes was combined with other features denoting their importance. This owl has pearls for eyes, and the base has been mended with copper.

Archaeologists can guess, of course. They think that birds might have been revered because of their ability to visit the heavens, a realm humans can’t reach. Specifically, they suspect the many different types of birds portrayed on the Hopewell pipes were personal power symbols — a totem spirit that you’d peer at every time you smoked tobacco during a ceremony.

And why would everyone’s spirit animals be ceremonially smashed and buried at the same time? Your guess is as good as mine!

News, news, news!

Wolf Dreams excerptFirst of all, I realized I never explicitly told you that Wolf Dreams is live! If you’re on the fence about giving it a try, here are some reviews to change your mind:

A smart, educated, amazing lead female character with a few flaws…both funny and relatable — Summer Rain

Fast-paced and laced with mystery and suspense — Tamara Kasyan

Sparks fly as danger ensues in epic proportions — Kaye

Angst, drama, emotions and romance with a bit of mystery thrown in — Robin Smith

Full of excitement and humor and fun — LHill

My new favorite from Aimee Easterling — Shadowcat

Lone Wolf Dawn audiobook

If you’d rather listen rather than read, the second book in my Alpha Underground series is now available as an audiobook. My narrator tells me that book three will probably be out in June. (And, if you missed it, book one is available in audio as well.)

Shiftless cover timeline

Finally, don’t be shocked if you see Shiftless with a new cover. I’ve loved all of this book’s covers (with the possible exception of my homemade effort on the far left), but there’s a reason books get a facelift every few years. Readers who’ve decided they don’t want any part of a book might give it a try with a new cover, and styles change over time.

To cut a long story short, Shiftless has a new look and the rest of the series will soon as well. I hope you enjoy the update!

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