Описание: Running away leads right back home-or does it?
Sarvet walks with a grinding limp, and her mountain culture keeps girls close to home. Worse, her mother emphasizes all the things Sarvet cant do. No matter how gutsy her spirit or bold her defiance, staying put means growing weaker. Yet only boys get wanderyars. Lacking their supplies and training, how can Sarvet escape?
Can dreams-even big dreams-and inner certainty transform impossible barricades into a way out?
KAUNIS CLAN SAGA
The Hammarleeding people dwell in the high mountain valleys of J.M. Ney-Grimms North-lands. They wield a tribal magic born of dance and song and the flow of sacred waters.
Ritual and tradition hold a special place in Hammarleeding culture. Their rites are beautiful and uplifting, but they underpin a way of life that features many thou-shalt-nots.
In each story of the Kaunis Clan Saga, one woman-or one man-challenges the shibboleths that threaten her-or his-particular bright dream.
Sarvets Wanderyar (1)
Crossing the Naiad (2)
Livlis Gift (3)
Winter Glory (4)
Each installment presents a unique protagonist from a fresh generation of the family. The stories stand alone and need not be read in order.
PRAISE FOR SARVETS WANDERYAR
...great introduction to the Hammarleedings society that left me craving more. Sarvet is a wonderfully strong female character... -P. Saternye
...its an entrancing story with a character you care about, and desperately want to succeed... -James J. Parsons, Speaking to the Eyes
J.M. Ney-Grimm has woven a beautiful, multi-layered tapestry... All the characters, human and otherwise, in her world are well-rounded and believable. -Barbara Karp, Readers Favorite
EXCERPT FROM SARVETS WANDERYAR
Tense and furious, Sarvet shook her mothers angry grip from her forearm. Ill petition the lodge-meet for filial severance, she snapped, and then wished shed swallowed the words, so hateful, too hateful to speak. And yet shed spoken them.
The breeze swirling on the mountain slope picked up, nudging the springy branches of the three great pines at Sarvets back and purring among their needles. Their scent infused the moving air.
Paiams narrowed eyes widened an instant-in hurt?-flicked up to encompass the swaying tree tops behind her daughter, then went flat.
You dare she breathed. Youre my daughter. Mine alone. And Ill see to it that you and every other mother in the lodge knows it too. Youll stay under my aegis till youre grown, young sister, even if I must declare you careless and remiss to do it
Oh
Sarvet only thought shed been mad before. You never wanted me she accused.
Was it true? Or was she just aiming for Paiams greatest vulnerability, aiming to hurt? Because under her own rage lay . . . desperation. Something needed to change. She just didnt know what, didnt know how. And didnt want to be facing it right now, facing her mother right now.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Shes learning about permaculture gardening and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands. Look for her novels and novellas at your favorite bookstore-online or on Main Street.
