"It's Joseph Conrad meets Elmore Leonard."―Vancouver Sun
A spellbinding story of the ocean: love, homicide, and mysticism: on the flip of the century, a Kwakiutl warrior from British Columbia's wild northern islands raids an artifact collector's yacht to reclaim stolen sacred mask. he's taking the collector's spouse, Kate, as hostage on his 200-mile canoe voyage domestic. The collector hires Dugger, a coastal dealer dwelling at the edges of the legislation, to offer chase in his ketch with the collector as passenger, yet Dugger's monetary salvation comes at a bad expense, for he's Kate's mystery lover. Day and evening Dugger sails the uncharted islands, via raging currents and ship-swallowing whirlpools, and the account of his pursuit is interwoven with Kate's harrowing and erotically charged journey.
in response to a real tale, this novel reaches its exciting climax on the final mystery, hallucinatory potlatch of the traditional Kwakiutl tradition, the place the historical past of a doomed humans is melded with the fury of 3 hearts.
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Jesus. He couldn’t were an afternoon over fifteen. Small-boned, with these mischievous eyes merely little ones have earlier than they become old and boring. “You sturdy cookie? ” I requested. “Charlie most sensible cookie entire world,” he acknowledged, and beamed so brightly that i might have saved him simply so long as he may perhaps turn a flapjack. i used to be creating a record for provisioning the galley while an individual knocked at the hull. It used to be Hopkins, all smiles, wishing me a secure journey and handing me one other filled envelope. Then he used to be long gone. Charlie used to be sprucing the brass binnacle so not easy i assumed he’d begin a fireplace. I requested him if he knew Sam Ling at Sunshine marketplace. “Yessir, Captain,” he acknowledged. “Sam Ling uncle. ” I must have guessed. I advised him to provision for a month and he wrote whereas I rattled off the record: tinned biscuits, eggs, slab of bacon, tea, syrup, jam, lemons, apples, sugar, flower, rice, onions, cabbage, carrots, prunes, tinned pork, lentils, beans, lard, and he repeated every thing so truly I nearly understood him. Then I advised him to inform Uncle Ling no horse meat, no cats, and no doggies, and that i requested to work out the record in case I ignored whatever. He went beet-red and passed me the paper, fantastically written—in chinese language. “Perfect,” I acknowledged. “Tell him i want it via this night. ” He ran up the floats, his pigtail flopping. i started to fill my water tanks, checked the little one-cylinder engine that had just enough strength to get us out and in of harbors in a relaxed, went over the rigging, and acquired able to paintings all evening. I slightly sleep the evening sooner than a protracted voyage. specifically this one, along with her on the finish. KATE My Keepers The extra I watch the previous one, the extra I’m convinced he can see at nighttime. lengthy sooner than sunrise he stops paddling and we go with the flow and he stares on the pitch-black coastline, silent as a ghost. He paddles a piece, then stares. And he continuously unearths us an ideal position to conceal: a creek mouth, the cleft of a rock, a hole, brambles, whatever. It’s diverse each day and it can’t be simply dumb success. The younger one is simply eerie. He’s excellent at hiding us throughout the day, flipping the canoe in precisely the correct spot on shore, within the colour, then he covers it with moss and branches till, even pack up, it virtually vanishes. Then he tells me the place to conceal so i will be able to sleep. good, he doesn’t truly inform me—he hasn’t stated a unmarried observe to me, even supposing he appears conversing much to the ocean, the rocks, even the canoe. occasionally at evening he stops paddling and he talks, to the celebs, i assume. occasionally i feel it’s a prayer, at others simply demented sounds: moans, clacking, warbling. he's so calm it makes me worried, and he strikes in a different way from somebody i've got ever obvious. walking he nearly floats. And he hardly eats, has 4 bites of dry fish at sunrise and 4 beverages of water and that’s eager about the day. by no means does he utter a unique notice, simply drones, song-like yet faint and far-off. He goals the sounds at each blessed factor round. He even muttered to a slimy eco-friendly fish he stuck the day gone by. He talks to every thing. other than me. And at the present time i presumed I heard the wind solution him, and the ocean.