GENRE: Ancient times historical
Barely more than a girl, Sannah is taken by a
man who is both warrior and shaman in a winter raid on her Stone Age camp. But
Memmet believes the spirits have given her to him and he will keep her at any
Two strong people must find the reason they have been brought
together, because lives depend upon it.
Stumbling through snow, she looked up at the man above her,
trying to deduce what sort of monster had taken her. Not much was visible amid the hooded bearskin
except the craggy profile of a man not as young as their young hunters but much
younger than Jodiah. There were two
diagonal scars beneath his eyes, too symmetrical to have been caused by injury,
and a strip of thumb printed blue paint in a line from the bridge of his nose
to his hairline. Unlike the men of her
clan, he had no beard, though shaggy dark hair stuck out at places beneath his
hood. He looked savage and alien.
He was more sun-browned than her men—not one of the fair
mountain tribes. Those tribes did not often stray from their mountain camps,
anyway, and had no horses. This rider
was something different. His language
was not far removed from hers, since she had been able to understand him. But he didn’t say a word or look at her
except to slow his horse slightly when she stumbled.
That was a more frequent occurrence as biting cold sliced through
her hide shoes, even though the fur had been turned to the inside. Her feet grew cold, then burning hot, then
numb as she faltered beside the horse down the slope that led to the
lowlands. Her hands quickly lost all
feeling and her breath came hard, then in panting gasps, and apparently he
finally heard that.
He stopped his horse, calling to the others, who did the
same, granting their captives a precious moment of respite. Sannah stood, ribs heaving, starting in
terror as he dropped down from his horse.
He would cut her throat if she could not keep up, and though perhaps in
a way it was a better, she had the instinctive fear of death and jumped back
“No,” he said—just that.
Short, sharp, an unmistakable command.
She froze and he reached for her, one hand gripping the back of her
wrap, the other around her leg. Lifting
her easily, he pushed her on top of the horse and forward, almost over its
Feeling like she would topple off at any moment, she did her
best to comply as he mounted behind her.
Reaching around, pinning her with his arms, he picked up the reins, clucking
to the horse. She gasped in alarm and
clutched its mane as best she could as it began to walk, but there was nowhere
she could go. She would not fall as long
as he held her.
Her feet hung down along the warmth of the heavy-coated
horse just as her hands rested on its neck, and eventually she regained some
feeling there, but the rest of her was frozen.
As the horse plodded solidly on, followed by the others, the man behind
her opened his bearskin, wrapping it around her, sharing its heat.
But he was an enemy.
He might speak to her or not, might kill her or not, might rape her or
not. Silently, trying not to let him
hear, she sobbed in despair.
He lifted one hand from his reins, pushing it inside her
hood, his hand cupping her face.
“Be quiet,” he said.
“No one will hurt you.”
She was too shocked to move, but she did stop crying because
tears were freezing on her cheeks.
Saying nothing more, he rode on.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
driven by myths and legends has been my passion for as long as I can remember.
I was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug. I bring that
background to my writing along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year
career in various areas of psychiatric social services and many trips to
Ireland, where I nurture my muse. My published works range from contemporary
fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and
historical romance. Currently I live in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew”
of rescue animals. You can see my books at www.miriamnewman.com.
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Sannah by Miriam Newman follows one young Stone Age woman’s
struggle to survive in harsh times as she is ripped away from her camp and
forced to join another tribe.
This historical romance is a gritty and compelling look at
the struggle to survive during a time when the existence of mankind is still being
challenged. Those who have triggers should be warned that there are
uncomfortable but understandable scenes that reflect the need for populating
The author artfully depicts the day-to-day challenges of
pre-Industrial life and the advantages of both location and the use of tools
and animals to enhance survival. I was captured by the vivid imagery and
compelled to find out what would happen next, even though this is not my
typical fare and I was wincing at some of the brutality involved.
The hints of mysticism
combined with pragmatism made the hero appealing, and his careful but implacable
wooing of the woman he has chosen for his own was impressive. This story gave
me interesting insights into the elements of survival and I recommend it to
anyone who wants a fascinating glimpse of the challenges of primitive living,
A copy of this title was provided for review