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...most would have seen right through them into the moment of the world as it was. Not Autumn. She was fascinated by them. They danced upon the windshield like the broken plains Indians had done during the basket festival on the mystery grounds of the reservation; with peaks that resembled the aged and tortured feathers used by her grama and aunt. The ragged red jeep bounced its way across the Oklahoma landscape, as it prepared for the transition from rolling green hills into bigger ones; then finally into Blue Ridges, and the small town of Hendersonville that would be Autumn's new home.
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Timm pays homage to his father, last of the true "entertainers," in a humerous, fast moving, story that takes the two on a journey out west to places they visited many years ago, as they relive true stories that will make you laugh, get back at a few adversaries, and make peace with a few mistakes. |
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He knew they would come. They always did. Only this time would be different; he would go with them. He would not slip into the night as before, nor resist in ways that only he could and that no one would understood. Kit could not know; but surely his Indian senses would alert him of the danger, even if his half blood would tempt him to think otherwise . Kalli could help him - as she always had done, contain his anger - or so Anka thought. At least he hoped so. That's the way twins work things out. That's the old way. It is the only way it could happen...
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Too often heroes are the most benign and misunderstood of our race. They ask for little, but come to do great things. Growing up in the projects of West Denver had its hardships, but none so much than for a boy with cerebral palsy struggling to make the world see him as a regular Joe. My brother became a hero not because he was chosen to do so, but because it was required for his survival... |
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