The Summoning God: Book II Of The Anasazi Mysteries - Plot & Excerpts
Even before the sound of her voice died away, Redcrop knew something was wrong. She and the Matron lived in three interconnected chambers on the east side of Longtail village. The rooms, eerily quiet and cold, had an ominous stillness. Flame Carrier always awoke long before dawn and by now had a fire going and food cooking. Redcrop pulled on her moccasins and slipped a doe-hide cape over her blue sleep shirt. Long black hair tumbled down her back. She ducked through the doorway into the large chamber where Flame Carrier slept. The coals in the fire pit had burned down to gray ash. Morning light filtered around the door curtain and striped the room. She bent to feel Flame Carrier’s blankets. Icy cold. As she straightened, Redcrop caught her reflection in the pyrite mirror on the wall. Her large black eyes shone like polished stones. She brushed at her hair, smoothing the worst tangles. She had seen fourteen summers, most of them as Flame Carrier’s slave. She and her mother had been captured in a raid when she was less than a sun cycle old, but she had never felt like a slave.
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