Where Eagles Soar - A Glimpse

Where Eagles Soar is finally available for readers! For those of you who haven't gotten a copy yet, I'd like to give you a glimpse of what you'll find inside the cover. 

Chapter One
Page One

     My people were story tellers. My dad was a story teller. And I’m a story teller too. But more than that, I am a truth teller. I know about life and death, hope and desperation, riches and bankruptcy. A bankruptcy of the soul, and the beauty of God and his truth—how it shines when it is held up alongside the twisted, ugly lies of the Evil One.

      Sometimes the way we begin our life has little to do with where we end up or who we become along the way.

      And sometimes it has everything to do with it.

      There are people in this world who walk around all scarred up inside—angry and never able to find their way. But for some, scars make them stronger and show them a better way to live.

      I’m one of those. And I want to tell you my story.

      Most of my life I lived in a muddle of love and brutality, raging inside. Mama was good and kind and her life was one of sacrifice. Daddy didn’t know how to love. He only knew how to get what he wanted. And no one had better ever get in his way, not even family.     
     Living with ruthlessness can turn a person sour, like milk left out in the heat too long. That was me. But I learned I could be better, only it took a great God, a lot of years, and a miracle to show me the way. 

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Where Eagles Soar is a true story. I want you to meet Lily ... to know her, and so I wrote this tale as if she is sitting across the table from you and telling you about her life.

I hope you'll get a copy of this powerful tale. It could change ... everything.

Grace and peace to you from God,

Bonnie

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THE JOURNEY OF ELEVEN MOONS - A Taste of the Adventure

Alaskan Territory
1868


Anna's hands stopped their rhythmic work of basket weaving and lay still in her lap as she gazed out at the frigid Bering Sea. Kinauquak had gone with the men, and this time he would be allowed to make a kill. Unable to concentrate, she looked around the circle of women.

     Alulak met her gaze.
     Under the old woman's scrutiny, Anna lowered her eyes.
     Alulak laughed and her eyes became half-moons, nearly disappearing into the folds of wrinkled, brown skin toughened from years of cold and wind. With a toothless grin, she boasted. "My grandson Kinauquak will return with a great walrus. Of this I am certain." Eyes bright with anticipation, she said, "Tonight we will feast."
     The other Aleut women grinned and nodded, hands never ceasing to weave the unyielding Aleutian grasses. Each occasionally looked up from her work to scan the empty sea. As always, they waited, anxious for the  men's return, not knowing if her loved one had perished or would come back a successful hunter.
     Yet this hunt was special. Custom dictated that when Kinauquak made his first kill, he would be counted among the men and ready to take a wife. Anna and Kinauquak hade been promised to each other while still children. Once they had played together, but that time was past. Now, as was customary and acceptable, they loved each other as adults.
     Still, Anna could not dwell in Kinauquak's hunt. Not until he came for her. Anna looked at her mother, Luba. "The men will come soon?"


The Journey of Eleven Moons is now available at http://www.amazon.com, http://www.barnesandnoble.com, http://smashwords.com, http://www.ashberrylane.com, and other online book distributors. 

If your local book store does not have a copy on hand, ask them to order one.

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