Catherine Knutsson - Shadows Cast by Stars

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Old ways are pitted against new horrors in this compellingly crafted dystopian tale about a girl who is both healer and seer.
Two hundred years from now, blood has become the most valuable commodity on the planet – especially the blood of aboriginal peoples, for it contains antibodies that protect them from the Plague ravaging the rest of the world.
Sixteen-year-old Cassandra Mercredi might be immune to Plague, but that doesn't mean she's safe – government forces are searching for those of aboriginal heritage to harvest their blood. When a search threatens Cassandra and her family, they flee to the Island: a mysterious and idyllic territory protected by the Band, a group of guerilla warriors – and by an enigmatic energy barrier that keeps outsiders out and the spirit world in. And though the village healer has taken her under her wing, and the tribal leader's son into his heart, the creatures of the spirit world are angry, and they have chosen Cassandra to be their voice and instrument…
Incorporating the traditions of the First Peoples as well as the more familiar stories of Greek mythology and Arthurian legend, Shadows Cast by Stars is a haunting, beautifully written story that breathes new life into ancient customs.

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“Oh, hi,” he says when he notices me standing there. He sets the cage down, wipes his hands on his shorts, then holds one out to me. “Heard you were moving in and came to see if I could help.”

I open my mouth, shut it, and open it again like a landed salmon. His kingfisher has begun to change shape, sending a wave of unsteadiness swooping over me. I close my eyes to fight it off.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I open my eyes to face the images hovering over the boy’s shoulder, one morphing into the next: the kingfisher, swirls of mist, a green stone, a strange dark shadow. I have never met anyone with more than a single totem before.

“Well,” he says, nodding at the chickens. “Madda sent these. Where do you want me to put them?”

“I don’t know,” I say, while I grasp for anything that will bind me to reality.

“Okay,” he says. He’s trying hard not to laugh at me, I think. “How about the boathouse? I’ll move them there, for a price.”

“A price?”

“Your name. Tell me your name.”

Finally, something I can answer. “Cassandra. Cassandra Mercredi.”

Relief colors my voice, and he laughs again-but not in a cruel way. More as if he understands. “Mercredi…” He rolls the word on his tongue. “Mercredi, like Wednesday? You’re French?”

“No. Anishinaabe. Métis.”

“Ah. Half-breed. Me too. My dad’s full-blood, but my mom’s white.” He shrugs. “Well, welcome to the Island. I’m Bran. Of the Band, I guess. Lead the way, Cassandra Mercredi.” He hoists the cage up and nods toward the boathouse.

I set off, Bran following behind me. Bran. It’s an unusual name, even by native standards, but I’ve heard it often enough when the Band men stop to give my father news of the Island. Is this the missing leader’s son? Only one way to find out. “Bran, as in Eagleson?”

“Yep,” he says. “That’s me.” The disappointment in his voice isn’t hard to miss. But why? Because I know who he is? And who his father is? Probably. It’s hard having a ghost follow you wherever you go. I know. My family has ghosts of its own.

The boathouse isn’t the best place to set the chickens loose, but they flutter up into the rafters, happy to be free of the cage. Bran doesn’t speak as we step back outside and make our way up to the house. I can feel him watching me as I climb. What is he thinking? Why doesn’t he say something? Why do I want him to say something?

Paul greets us as we round the corner of the house. Quick introductions are made with my father, then I duck inside to unpack our belongings because I know what happens next: Band talk.

Their voices drift through an open window as I carry a box of clothing upstairs. I pause, and look down to see Paul, my father, and Bran sitting on the tailgate, sharing a canteen of water.

“And so they’re building more outposts to the south?” my father asks.

Bran holds a hunting knife by its blade, only to flip it into the air, grabbing it by the hilt just before it can embed itself into his thigh. “Yep. They’ve had some strange reports coming out of the Mohawk and Pueblo reserves, so they figure it’s time to strengthen the south, though that’s part of my father’s plan anyhow. Make ourselves strong, so we’re not dependent on the boundary, just in case. The reports have just moved up the pace, is all.”

I step back. I don’t like the look in Paul’s eyes, the desperation to prove himself to Bran, to show that he’s a warrior too, that he’s strong, that he can fight. Suddenly it strikes me that all of this has been too easy. We’ve only just arrived, and already we have a house and a truck and chickens. But at what price? My father? My brother? Is that what the Band will charge us for this new existence far away from the Corridor and the danger of searchers?

I don’t know, but I don’t want to be here anymore. I wish there was someplace else to go, a place where I wouldn’t have to worry about my brother turning hard and bitter.

Except there is no other place. It’s here, or nowhere.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll sit here and listen to them.

I’m halfway down the hill when Bran catches up with me. “Hey,” he says, giving me a curious look. “What are you running away from?”

I stop in my tracks. “Why do you think I’m running from anything?”

“Whoa.” He holds his hands up. “It was just a joke. But seriously, are you running?”

I look out over the lake. Am I? “I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe.”

“Hmm. Well, don’t go too far. I haven’t had a chance to get to know you yet.” He peers at me. “My mother would like to meet you too. She asked if you would visit her tomorrow.” He bites his lip. “Would you?”

I manage to nod. I don’t want to like him. He’s part of the Band. But I can’t help it. I do like him, and I want him to like me, too. Me, who has never cared what anyone thought about her, who has never given a guy the time of day, and here I am, nodding. I can’t seem to stop myself.

“Good.” He smiles. “I’ll come get you after lunch, okay?”

I shouldn’t go tomorrow. We’ve only just arrived. There are still so many things to do. I have to help my father. I can’t go with Bran.

But I don’t say a word. He assumes my silence is assent, and by the time I find my voice, the only thing that remains of Bran are the ripples of his canoe.

CHAPTER SIX

W e work by candlelight. I mop the floor while Paul brings buckets of water up from the lake. My father prowls the house, opening cupboards, taking stock. He’s in the crawlspace right now, crowing about something he’s discovered.

“Whatcha got down there, old man?” Paul says, hanging his head into the darkness.

My father pops out of the hatch, grinning from ear to ear, and motions for Paul to get out of the way. “Close your eyes,” he says. “Both of you. Go on, do it!”

Paul groans as we do as my father asks. He grunts as he pulls himself up through the hatch, and then I hear the snap of a latch and the scrape of something against wood.

“Come on, Dad,” Paul says. “We’ve got work to do.”

“Just a moment longer,” my father responds. His voice is positively crackling with excitement. I laugh. I haven’t heard him like this in ages, and soon I know why. The notes of a jig fill the room. My father has found a fiddle.

He pauses to retune, and laughs. “Not bad for an old scrap of wood, huh? All those years under this house, and it still sounds good!” He draws the bow across the strings again, then peers at Paul and me, beaming. “Well? You two think I’m going to play for nothing? Go on-dance!”

And so we drop the mop and the bucket and the washcloth to dance while our father plays. His fingers aren’t certain at first, the fiddle squealing as his bow slips across the strings, but we don’t mind. When he plays the final chord, Paul and I are panting and sweaty and the happiest we’ve been since our mother’s passing.

“I can’t believe this is still here,” my father murmurs as he sets the fiddle back in its case. “I just can’t believe it.”

“What’s that, Dad?” Paul says, reaching into the case before my father can snap it shut. He pulls out an old photograph.

“Oh. That.” My father won’t look at it. “It’s of me and your mother and your uncles, back when we were all here on the Island.”

I peer over Paul’s shoulder. Staring back at us is a young man who looks a lot like me. My father, probably not much older than I am now. Two men stand next to him-his older brothers, whom I only remember as tall and serious. My mother is pretty and fair and laughing. She reminds me of Paul. There’s one more person in the photo I don’t recognize, another man, younger than my father, with enough similarities that he must be related to us too.

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