New Book Release- White Medicine Woman
By: Books to Go Now
Not everyone in this tribe is welcoming of this white outsider. Magic Moon assimilates to her new life, but not without making an enemy. A fellow tribe member kidnaps Magic Moon, threatens her life, and she is forced to fight if she ever wants to rejoin her tribe and become the new medicine woman.
Gladys was born in 1942 and lives in Vancouver B.C Canada with her husband and two cats. She got back into writing after she found a writing contest in a bi-weekly paper. She decided to enter the contest and once she had the plot figured out her husband encouraged her to go downstairs and write it on their computer. She did, but she didn't win the competition. Instead, she reinvigorated an old love for writing and has since written two books; The Wild Ones and White Medicine Woman. Gladys was discouraged from writing when she was in school, and a teacher had given her a failing grade because the teacher believed that someone else had written her essay for her. At the time, her parents stated that she had done it on her own, but the teacher insisted that a teenager could not have written an essay as good as hers. Gladys has overcome this tribulation. She enjoys writing stories using prompts or pictures to inspire her work, which is how she wrote this book. One sentence sparked the idea for White Medicine Woman.
The screech of an eagle above her and the pungent smell of pine woke the young woman. She looked up the tall green pine tree she was under, her eyes bright and wide with fear. She tried to scream but no sound came from her wide-open mouth. Should I run? Where would I run? I have no idea where I am or how I came to be lying under this tree. She looked down and saw only an old buffalo robe covered her nakedness.
The young woman looked around, and saw only a forest of tall pine trees beside a rushing river. Suddenly it seemed as if the river had moved to an icy flow of fear down her spine. She pulled the robe a little tighter, to stave off a chill that didn't come from coldness, the sun was shining brightly through the trees and gave off its warmth. The last thing I remembers is …is nothing!
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