The Land of the Nen-Us-Yok Jamie Sutliff Illustrated by Kevin Evans Secure Transaction or call toll free 1(800)247-6553 Price: $26.95 Casebound 0-9712867-6-0 Price: $10.95 Paperback 0-9712867-4-4 Shipping US: $4.00 + $1.00/item Shipping Foreign: $12.00/item 280 pages | 40 illustrations

Summary

"The Land of the Nen-Us-Yok" is the sequel to "The Elves of Owl's Head Mountain." The story is based on Native American beliefs in magic.

Reviews

Jamie Sutliff has deeply researched Native American folklore and archaic Algonquian, Iroquois and Mohawk languages, making his descriptions of the Nen-Us-Yok and their ways rich and colorful. The powerful black-and-white illustrations by Kevin C. Evans add to the strong visual appeal of this fast-paced fantasy-adventure.
* * * * (Four Stars) – Clarion Review

Excerpts

To the west of the Lands of Magic, a mighty river flows
That carved one thousand islands along the path it chose.
She is a long gleaming serpent, flowing from the south.
A demon rides the tail and an ocean fills its mouth.
South of the Lands of Magic where the Nen-Us-Yoks abide
Near the Great Sacandaga Lake, the Chief married his bride.
The Spirit Dwarf then agreed to a most dangerous quest       
He left his wife and home to fight the
Demon  of the West.
Stonecrusher followed the Halfling to Chimney Mountain’s doom
Where they wandered an evil graveyard to find the devil’s tomb.

CHAPTER THREE

A dappled quilt of a hundred shades of green spread over the tall mountains of the Gir-Ron-Dah wilderness with high peaks thrust up like elbows and knees of sleeping giants. Beneath a thick canopy of leaves, the lush summer forest offered cool shadows.

Ancient cedars like aged lovers twined their roots along a small stream where a strange figure leaned over the water to drink. Long powerful fingers like eagle’s talons gripped the moss-covered rocks as he lowered his head.
Fierce round orange eyes, larger than an owl’s, looked straight ahead at the opposite bank while he sipped the cold water. A single swath of hair standing straight up like a row of porcupine quills, ran down the center of his head to the nape of his neck.

Over his burnished copper skin,  an ornamented breastplate told a story. Strange runes, symbols of the Nen-Us-Yok, wove through the beads warned other warriors that this fighter had survived over seven-hundred trials of hand to hand combat.

The warrior’s enormous feet were almost half the length of his short muscular legs, which were bowed like a dwarf. The Nen-Us-Yok lifted himself with thick muscled arms and turned a wide pointed ear to the forest. Stonecrusher, Chief of the Oneida Clan of Spirit Dwarf People heard the rustle of leaves a quarter-mile away. Someone followed him.