“The Seeker,” by Malcolm R. Campbell, Vanilla Heart Publishing (April 14, 2013), contemporary fantasy, 224 pages, trade paperback, Kindle, Nook, PDF
The story begins in the high country of Montana where young David Ward negotiates life with his dysfunctional grandparents (Katoya the medicine woman and Jayee the railroader and surveyor) and sees his future spread out before him in a vision quest. He meets his soul mate while employed as a seasonal worker at a resort hotel, saves her life on a dark street in Florida, and runs afoul of the consequences of using old magic to alter a person’s destiny.
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On June 1, 2013, I will put the names of all the commenters from the five posts into a hat. The first name drawn out wins the paperback; the next three win a Smashwords coupon.
Brief Excerpt Number Three – Of Flood and War
On August 4, 22 illusory torpedoes were launched by North Vietnamese patrol boats against the U. S. destroyers Maddox and C. Turner Joy in the Gulf of Tonkin. Born a world away from the lotus falling into a sea of fire, the sweet fictions of credibility gap sustained them long enough for the prescribed protocols to ensure the hardship of 58,175 deaths, the price of 153,303 wounded, and the burden of a national psyche forever scarred.
On August 4, David called out the names of the stars as he walked with Anne Hill in the Garden of Heaven. They kissed in the spray of Morning Eagle Falls and made promises they could never keep. Born of blue columbine and larkspurs beneath the Angel Wing on top of the world, their sweet fictions sustained them long enough to ensure they would be forever scarred.
On August 12, David’s birthday, he and his longtime friend Tom Elliott hiked along Lower Two Medicine Lake, unprepared for the scars left by the June floods. For the world at large, the evidence of Montana’s worst flood—a “zone of war,” according to the Associated Press—would be short lived in spite of the towns, bridges, livestock, dams, Great Northern mainline, roads, houses, and families that were down, out, broken, undercut, missing, ruined, and swept away when time was flung in a crowned deluge down the rivers, the Bear, Big Blackfoot, Birch, Cameron, Clark Fork, Cottonwood, Dearborn, Divide, Dupuyer, Flathead, Grant, Hardy, Kennedy, Little Blackfoot, Marias, McDonald, Missouri, Moccasin, Ousel, Sheep, Spring, Sun, Swan, and Teton.
“I lost friends down there—too many to help simultaneously,” Tom said, as they climbed up Looking Glass Hill, leaning on their alpenstocks like old men.
“Grandmother won’t speak the names of the dead,” David replied. “She says they’re heavy on her tongue.”
“Sure, sure, yet the name is not the river, nor the town, nor the man.” Tom lit his pipe. “But the names are not without weight.”
“Are they heavier than smoke?” David asked.
“About the same,” he said, “but they’re prayers nonetheless.”