The Elves of Owl's Head Moutain Jamie Sutliff Illustrated by Kevin Evans Secure Transaction or call toll free 1(800)247-6553 Price: $26.95 Casebound 0-9712867-7-9 Price: $10.95 Paperback 0-9712867-8-7 Shipping US: $4.00 + $1.00/item Shipping Foreign: $12.00/item 322 pages | 30 illustrations

Summary

"The Elves of Owl's Head Mountain" A young adult fantasy based on Native Americans beliefs in magic and magical characters. They believed in elves, witches, wizards (shamans), wind-walkers and changelings. Native Americans believed these magical beings "walk the wind" into other dimensions. The story is about a boy, living in the Adirondack Mountains, who is summoned into the magical dimension by a shaman and he shares adventures with the elves and wizards of that world. This book is illustrated with 30 black and white drawings by Kevin C. Evans.

Reviews

Four Stars - Heather Shaw, ForeWord CLARION Reviews
"The Elves of Owl's Head Mountain is a rich and rewarding story of a boy growing into his place in the adult world, with the help of a little pixie dust. Author Jamie Sutliff has extended a film of magic and Algonquian mythology over his homeland in the Adirondacks, illustrator Kevin Evans has brought it to bold graphic life. First in a series of three, The Elves of Owl's Head Mountain is young adult fiction, full of adventure, romance and battle."

Excerpts

Introduction

Native Americans have many old stories of elves, witches and shamans handed down through generations, an oral history from the Stone Age. The Algonquians believed in Little People – “Ga-Hon-Ga,” Spirit Dwarf People – “Yahko Nen-Us-Yoks” and many more. They believed in Wind-Walkers, Changelings, Halflings, demons, elves and wizards. Native Americans believe these beings of magic live in another dimension and can walk the wind into their world. The dimensions are under the same sky, both worlds of stunning grandeur.

The creatures in this magical dimension, such as goblins, demons and other beings profoundly evil, are common to present-day concepts of magic from around the world. In this book, the magical characters are uniquely American.

This story describes a parallel dimension of America, which is a place of magic. The sorcerers and wizards of this magical place believe in many more than three dimensions, in fact they believe the dimensions of Earth are in layers like an onion. Through sorcery, shamans pass through the dimensional doors and summon beings into their world. A sorcerer calls a boy from his time and world in the Adirondack Mountains into an ancient parallel Earth existing since time began.

We cordially invite you to visit this magical dimension of America where you will not find guns, motors, jets or electricity. Such things are not needed in a world where beings can turn to vapor and walk the wind.

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Chapter Fifteen
The Fire Goblin

The Well of Evil

Do not look into the well, my children
A demon lurks in the depths.
The well is filled with briny tears
Where thousands of spirits have wept.
The demon cares not for man or child
Evil is his only goal.
Good or bad matters not
He hungers for their soul.

Black magic all but disappeared from the land of Darkensens. After the battle with the forces of Owl's Head Mountain, the few beings of magic that escaped went into hiding. Without the demands or threats of the Darkensens wizards, the people enjoyed the process of living each day for themselves. Former soldiers put away their weapons and returned to their farms. The streets of the villages were cleaner, more food provided for everyone. Gone from the land that once sought only war and plunder, were stolen children and elves of Owl's Head Mountain.

No one ventured near Grimsdowne Fortress with its charred walls visible on the horizon like broken bones of dinosaurs. In the absence of humans and the scraps of food they provided, most of the animals had long since departed except for a few rats.

One lonely, bitter soul wandered the dusty, littered halls of Grimsdowne. Scizzum, the dark prince set out each day to hunt for rats for his sustenance. It was easy to avoid the ugly visage of Scizzum. His bright green skin, covered with large pink moles and warts repulsed all who saw him. Few people visited and the rats were getting harder to catch - especially the pink ones.

Scizzum truly hated his father, Klax, for leaving him alone to face the magic of an Owl's Head witch and her terrible sentence of the pink and green pox. In spite of his hatred for Klax, Scizzum yearned for his father's return. If Klax came back it would provide the only chance to be free of the witch's curse and regain his power. Scizzum's despair and anger deepened during the many long months of his father's absence.

Far to the west of Darkensens, the mighty River of St. Lawrence flows north from the Ocean of Ontario. There on the wild and uninhabited reaches of the Wolf Point Plain, Klax and two wizards huddled around a fire.