The third book of my Spirit Trilogy, Spirit of the Sky released in May. The Spirit Trilogy is set among the Nez Perce Indians of NE Oregon in the 1700's and 1800’s. It required extensive research to make the lives of the Nez Perce as factual as possible and the events that happened to them at the time.
The paranormal or fantasy aspects of the stories stem from the three siblings who are Nez Perce spirits. They’re shape shifters who watch over the Wallowa band of Nimiipuu(Nez Perce) as animals but can also take the shape of their human counterparts and also shift into smoke and enter other people.
The siblings were made spirits and given the task to watch over the Lake Nimiipuu by the Creator after their father was greedy and thought only of himself, getting many warriors of a northern band of Nimiipuu who had blonde hair and blue eyes killed.
Himiin(Hee-meen) or Wolf prefers the white wolf form to watch over the people of his mountain. He tries the hardest to not be like their father and to always think of others. But because he has the shortest fuse and patience he cannot leave the mountain or he will turn to smoke.
Wewukiye(Way-woo-kee-ya) or Bull Elk prefers to travel about the area as a Bull Elk. He is impressive with his massive antlers and wide chest. But he is the happy-go-lucky jokester of the three and finds it humorous he is the legend told to children that if they misbehave the antlered creature of the lake will come out during the night and take them away. He lives in the lake and has on occasion been seen emerging from the lake which prompted the legend, which is a true legend.
Sa-qan(Saw-kawn) Bald Eagle is the younger sister of the other two. She was given the ability to fly great distances, converse with the Creator, and keep her brothers in line. While she isn’t as fearful of being like her father as Himiin, she takes her duty seriously and has her feathers ruffled many times over the ages but not nearly as badly as when her brothers fall in llove with mortals.
Each sibling finds a mate in their book and Sa-qan finds hers reluctantly as she follows the Lake Nimiipuu during their flight to freedom while being chased by the Army trying to force them onto a reservation.
Blurb for Spirit of the Sky
To save her from oppression, he must save her whole tribe. To give her his heart, he must desert his career…
When the US Army forces the Nimiipuu from their land, Sa-qan, the eagle spirit entrusted with watching over her tribe, steps in to save her mortal niece. Challenging the restrictions of the spirit world, Sa-qan assumes human form and finds an unexpected ally in a handsome cavalry officer.
Certain she is a captive, Lt. Wade Watts, a Civil War veteran, tries to help the blonde woman he finds sheltering a Nez Perce child. While her intelligent eyes reveal she understands his language, she refuses his help. But when Wade is wounded, it is the beautiful Sa-qan who tends him. Wade wishes to stop the killing—Sa-qan will do anything to save her people.
Can their differences save her tribe? Or will their love spell the end of the Nimiipuu?
She smiled and his heart leapt into his throat. He thought her beautiful from the first moment he saw her standing in the river fiercely protecting the child, but watching her tense face relax and smile, he was smitten. A light and pleasing calm washed over him for the first time in a very long time. He could only bask in the moment briefly. They were enemies.
“I am from the sky, and I watch over the Nimiipuu.” She nodded her head and flashed him with yet another smile. “You may call me Angel.”
“Only if you call me Wade.”
She nodded. “Let me check your wounds. You have moved around.”
“Why are you taking such good care of me when your warriors left me for dead?”
Her sunshine gaze peered straight into his eyes. “You saved my niece at the village and the wounded from the Bannock scout. You do not have the thirst to kill like the other soldiers.” She bowed her head and removed the blood encrusted bandage from his shoulder. “The Nimiipuu need you.”
Her touch warmed his body, tingling the areas around his wounds. He glanced at her small, delicate hands hovering over his injuries. He shut his eyes, and then opened them. Her hands shimmered as if in a fog. His pain subsided, in fact, his body felt well rested.
A soft lyrical chant rose from her lips as she continued to hover her hands over his wounds. Her eyes remained closed, her light lashes resting on her sun-kissed cheeks. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as this. He had to learn her true origins and return her to her family.