Tuesday, June 2, 2015

excerpt from Where Dreams Go

 Mt Hood from East Side of Cascades

Where Dreams Go is my first book that we're making available as a pre-order. What pre-orders enable is a reader who knows they will want a book to click on the pre-order button. It will then arrive at your device on the promised date. In this case, that will be June 21st. That is when you are charged for it. What it does for the writer is let them know the book will be out the exact date they want-- something that is iffy when it is submitted without this feature. 

As we did with Round the Bend, the eBook for Where Dreams Go will have an opening price of $2.99 which will last until August 1st, when it goes to its regular price of $3.99. 


Book 2 in the Oregon historicals follows the family from Round the Bend into a new love story as well as more of what it was like when the pioneers reached their destination. These settlers not only had to build a new community, work out the politics of what that would be, but also adapt to the people who were already there.

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    Late morning found them higher in the mountains and crossing the divide that separated the two river basins. "Pretty, isn't it?" he commented, pointing to the north. Looming seemingly almost above them was Mount Hood. Even in late summer, its slopes were covered with white, although patches of rock were visible.
    "It’s as though we're under its wing," she said staring at it.
    "Almost. The Clackamas drains off the slopes of Hood. The Indians have a legend about the mountain."
    She smiled. "And you know it, of course."
    "So happens I do."
    "I guessed you would."
    “Woulda made me look bad to bring it up if I hadn’t wouldn’t it?” 
    Her laughter joined his. “So?”
    "Saghalie, the chief of the gods, had two sons, Wyeast and Klickitat. These two sons visited the Columbia River and saw it was beautiful. A good place to make their homes, but like a lot of gods and humans, they decided it should be divided up, but couldn’t figure out a fair way. That led to a fight.    
    "Saghalie, disgusted with their squabbling, put a stop to it. He said, ‘You two idiots can’t work this out; so I will.’ He shot an arrow far to the west and another to the east, then said, 'Each of you go in a different direction, find your arrow, and settle where it is.'
    "Wyeast went west where he found his arrow in the Willamette Valley and was the forefather of the Multnomah tribe. Klickitat went east and found his arrow in Yakima country and became the father of the Klickitats. Since these sons still couldn't agree and bickered over everything, Saghalie, who wanted a little peace, raised up the Cascade Mountains between them; and so they could still visit each other, he put an arched stone bridge across the Columbia."
    "Having had children, I can understand that solution," she quipped.
    "Do you want to hear the rest of this or not?”
    "Ooops, sorry."

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