The Day of Trouble is Near

— P.J. Parker

The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.

— P.J. Parker

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

— P.J. Parker

There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean’s horizon.

— P.J. Parker

The Sleepin’ Fox Catches No Poultry.

— P.J. Parker

The stuff of nightmares is not only relegated to unconscious thoughts upon a pillow, safely beneath an eiderdown.

— P.J. Parker

The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. “The middle of time,” Chao whispered to himself.

— P.J. Parker

This is a time of change,” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power.

— P.J. Parker

Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown feathers shimmering in the sunlight.

— P.J. Parker

We live in a complicated society, Bradley—one that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?

— P.J. Parker