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MEMORIES OF A MOON MAP

   The Extraordinary Adventures of an English Setter Pack

Nina Green

'YOUR DOG'  MAGAZINE RECOMMENDED READ ! (Sept 2010)

Price £6.99 plus p & p   ISBN  978 0 9530538 3 4

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All proceeds of this book will go to the English Setter Association

& English Setter Rescue

It will change the way you see dogs - and Life!

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Meet Real-life Setters, Hushwing Ghost-Owl and Grey Pelt

- the Spirit of the Last Wolf!

This is the author's fourth title to be published in Pendragon.  Whilst in on the surface very different from her previous three books,

many of the earlier elements are still present, most noticeably the richly imaginative vein of mystery

that threads its way through all Nina's plots.  In this book she addresses the biggie questions of Life, Loss, and Death and what lies beyond, as they might be seen through the eyes of the Setter pack.  She also explores, through at times chilling stories and the weighty presence of Grey Pelt, the impact of canine ancestors on the lives our dogs today. This pacy story with its magical adventures told by the Setter's themselves is heartwarming, funny, scary, poignant and thought-provoking by turns.

A must for dog-lovers, but not for them alone! 

This book will be enjoyed by anyone who loves a good story with a supernatural flavour.

SYNOPSIS

The book's narrator is Ben, an English Setter deceased.  His mission is to tell the Pack's history and its adventures, and so keep

the chronicles alive. In the first half of the book then he introduces the Founder Members of the pack and tells of their often hair-raising adventures and magical encounters.  Fenella the First is honoured or cursed by being the first of the Setter's to meet with Grey Pelt, the Spirit of the Last Wolf, with far-reaching consequences. This first section ends with Ben telling his own poignant tale and how he came to join the pack.  The second part begins with Ben introducing the present pack, who then tell their own interelated stories.

This is how the book opens:

Hi, pleased to meet you…  

              My name is Ben and I am an English setter and famous Show Champion of my time.  Although I passed over the Rainbow Bridge some years ago, because of a love stronger than death I’m allowed to tell my story.  Long before I came to live with our human Pack Leaders (they are known as the Alpha Pair) they gave a home to my ancestors and then to my family after me so I’m entrusted with organising their adventures too.  You see my time span now is different to yours; I can travel to and fro through the years and talk with those who died before I was born and also those who followed on.  Left to themselves English Setters are an unruly lot, and without me to organise them you would soon be lost in the tangle of their tales.  I have to keep an eye on them too because some of their adventures are rather scary, and as Setters are known for being O.T.T. I can’t have them frightening you to death!  I admit Grey Pelt is a tad Serious, but as he also does Ancient Trickster nothing is as it seems.  Who or what is Grey Pelt?  I hear you wondering.  Sorry, I can only say he haunts Setter dreams and the pages of this book, but you’ll have to read on and find him for yourself…. 

              …Now I’m going to take you back to the beginning to meet Flossie and Fenella the First, the Founder Members of our Pack .. I shall begin by telling you the story of how the two met, and of Flossie’s perilous night on Pennystone Rock…

And from the second part of the book:

 

D’Arcy fell silent and gave Clifford an expressive look.  He knew why he was being forbidden to tell the story; it was too scary for bedtime.  The boys and Destiny closed their eyes and the sound of their regular breathing filled the room.   About ten minutes later Miss Tickle’s eyes closed, her lips parted and she began to snore.  The youngsters’ eyes opened and they sat up and gathered in a furtive little group.  They all started nervously as the wind hurled a fistful of rain and sent it rattling against the window.

“Okay,”  D’Arcy began in a hoarse whisper,  “it goes like this…..”

And a brief taste of D'Arcy's tale...

       Hushwing.  I had heard about her too.   Just as Grey Pelt reigned over forest and fell, so Hushwing-Ghost-Owl haunted the midnight sky.  Legend has it she is ancient and wise, and swift to avenge any wrong.  I cowered close to the ground as the white-owl wove in and out of the branches tangled against the midnight sky.  Then another sound make my ears tremble.  I stopped and listened, and sure enough heard my sister’s faint and fearful cry.

        I pushed myself on and half-crawled, half-ran up that desolate slope and into the forest.  The shadows were even deeper here, the shapes of the boulders all the more scary for what they might hide.  Droplets of mist-turned-water clung to my coat and trembled on my lashes so that the shapes that I could see were blurred.  Then I heard it: a slow but insistent pad-pant, pad-pant, pad, pad pad-pant, behind me in the bushes.  Slow and spaced out; this was one big beast.  I froze, and a vice like the ones in the wood shed squeezed my heart until it hurt in my chest.  It drew closer pad-pant, pad-pant, pad-pad-pant and then another sound, the rasp of hot breath so loud and close I could almost see the clouds of white rising on the cold night air. 

It was at my back and coming closer, and I slipped and slid on that slope until I thought I would slither all the way down to land at the feet of the beast.  I sank to the earth till my belly was resting on twisted roots and my nostrils were filled with leaf mould.  My head sank between my paws and the dank mist swirled inside my head, filling my mind with darkness and despair and the worst nightmares a pup could imagine.  My eyelids drooped and my chest hurt when I tried to breathe.  Without hope now I waited for the end, for ripping of claws and tearing of teeth, for the unseen beast to pounce... 

...A pitiful whimper close by brought my head back up with a jerk. 

“Destiny!”  I whispered, sniffing the night, and there it was, her Setter-sister scent mingled with misery and terror...

 

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Memories of a Moon Map

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