Thursday, August 5, 2010
How I met my Spirits
I've always had an interest in the Nez Perce band that lived in Wallowa County where I grew up. When I heard editors were looking for historical paranormal I knew what I had to write about- the Nez Perce or Nimiipuu as they call themselves and I added my imagination of spirits.
Spirit of the Mountain is my August release from Wild Rose Press. I spent hours reading books about and by Nimiipuu people. I even joined a yahoo group for Nimiipuu and those that are interested in them. There I found two people willing to help me make my book accurate about the day to day living of the Nimiipuu in the time before the White man's arrival to their valley. Then using the knowledge I'd gleaned about the Nimiipuu, I manufactured spirits to work into some of their beliefs and concocted some powers and policies for the spirits to adhere to under the Creator.
When I read the books written or told by the Nimiipuu I paid attention to the cadence of the wording. I listened to stories on Youtube by Nimiipuu. Then I tried to copy that cadence in my writing. Not usually being a paranormal reader, I didn't go out and purchase books and try to copy anything that was popular. I made my spirits by reading Nimiipuu myths and legends and information about their religions, ceremonies, and beliefs. Then I tried to keep the spirits structured to helping the Nimiipuu and all of earth by nudges and slight-of-hand, not all out intervention.
Through all the writing on this first book, and the second, I've used my contacts and tried to stay as true to the Nimiipuu life and beliefs as I could.
A Nez Perce saying that is used in this story and is the theme throughout - “He who thinks not of himself—but of others, is greatest.”
I'll leave you with the blurb and excerpt.
Blurb for Spirit of the Mountain
Wren, the daughter of a Nimiipuu chief, has been fated to save her people ever since her vision quest. When a warrior from the enemy Blackleg tribe asks for her hand in marriage to bring peace between the tribes, her world is torn apart.
Himiin is the spirit of the mountain, custodian to all creatures including the Nimiipuu. As a white wolf he listens to Wren’s secret fears and loses his heart to the mortal maiden. Respecting her people’s beliefs, he cannot prevent her leaving the mountain with the Blackleg warrior.
When an evil spirit threatens Wren’s life, Himiin must leave the mountain to save her. But to leave the mountain means he’ll turn to smoke…
Wren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “My gift is to save The People. The weyekin who came to me in my vision quest said this.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if staving off a cold breeze.
Himiin hated that they argued when they should relish their time together. He moved to her, drawing her against his chest, embracing her. The shape of her body molded to his. Her curves pressed against him. Holding her this way flamed the need he’d tried to suppress.
He placed a hand under her chin, raising her face to his. The sorrow in her eyes tugged at his conscience. To make her leaving any harder was wrong. But having experienced her in his arms, he was grieved to let her go. Even for the sake of their people.
Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her pulse quickened under his fingers. Shrugging off the consequences, he lowered his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined. Her breath hitched as he touched her intimately. Parting his lips, he touched her with his tongue, wanting to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
She tasted of sweet honey straight from the bosom of a bee tree.
One taste was not enough. He pulled her closer, moving his lips across hers, tasting and savoring the feel of them.
Her mouth opened and she sighed.
His body came to life. The sensations transcended anything he’d experienced before. How could one woman make him feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Why did he wish to crush her to him and never let go and yet feel compelled to treat her with the tenderness
one would give the tiniest of creatures? He couldn’t continue this way.
To hold her, to touch her soft skin. He would never be able to let her go.
You can purchase this now in print at The Wild Rose Press or in e-book and print on August 13th.
Emah-kit's-nu-aah (Many blessings from Creator!)