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Spirits of Sacred Mountain  is a middle grade book for all ages. 
A young boy discovers a magical world hidden deep in a mountain,      
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Spirits of Sacred Mountain
“The Spirit of Two, the Power of One”
Spirits of Sacred Mountain is a story about a young Native American boy who discovers a magical world hidden deep in a mysterious mountain. 
 
Cody Tanner looks like a normal eleven year old, except he can blur/disappear, use his mind to move objects, and stop time. Normal if you’re a spirit of the mountain.
Cody didn’t know about the secrets of his family and rightfully didn’t care, until a car accident claims the life of his father. After his father’s death, he moves into an old farmhouse with his grandfather Ashby. Cody begins the school year in a new school called Ravensnest, in a town full of Hinkles, non-spirits, and overflowing with bullies. Eli Horowitz and Bailey Parker become his best allies, not only from the bullies of the school, but also from his family’s secret past.
Cody learns of an old Indian fable about Nightwalker, an Indian warrior and Mingan, a snow-white wolf. He discovers a hidden secret that will change his life forever. He understands he can’t win against Hatidehsoh, a fierce evil spirit, without the spirit of two, the power of one.
Spirits of Sacred Mountain takes you on a journey to discover a world of Native American folklore and pure imagination, blending fact and fiction.

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Spirits of Sacred Mountain
 “The Spirit of Two, the Power of One”


The pages are yellow and musty with smell
About an ol’ tale that’s as deep as a well.
The words weren’t written by human hands,
Not like books in most other lands.
The answers are simple, yet complex to explain,
Since Wyandotte ways must be seen and obtained.
For the secrets of the Nation to ever be shown,
The difference in rumor and truth must be known.
A fable’s about to stir from its rest;
It’s about to crack open like an egg in a nest.
Why now; is it because it is spring?
The spirits have seen the hawk is on wing,
And a bud of a boy bound in Vexation’s veil
Unknowingly awoke this slumbering tale.
 
Chapter 1
The Thunder God
 
      There is a mountain that soars high into the clouds and is covered with a white snowcap on its tippy top, a majestic mountain that contains folklores and fairytales that is called Sacred Mountain. It’s a mountain that no one has ever climbed, or if they have, they’ve never told their tale. It’s a mountain that doesn’t show up on maps, one that is able to disappear just as the spirits that live there. Since the beginning of time, Sacred Mountain has sat on hallowed land for centuries undisturbed, but one night the mountain came to life.
High upon the mountain, a glittering star’s light shown down on a snowy-furred wolf as his massive head rose up to the heavens. The shape of an enormous, gray wolf appeared in the sky. Heno, the great and almighty, century-old wolf known as the Thunder God, looked down upon the snow-white wolf.
“Mingan my son,” Heno’s deep, thundering voice erupted from the sky. “The time is upon us. The Great Counsel has spoken. The stars are aligned, and the two power spheres will be descending from the Upper World.”
“Two power spheres?” Mingan questioned as he gazed with his deep blue eyes up at the colossal wolf hovering in the sky. “Heno, it can’t be.”
“Yes, my son,” the thunderous voice roared echoing throughout the universe, “The Spirit of Two, the Power of One.”
“The spirit of two is no more. There is only one, young spirit born from the mountain,” Mingan’s eyes moistened, his head dipped to the ground, “Not two. Have you forgotten what happened eleven years ago?”
“No!” Heno’s voice boomed from the sky as colorful flashes of light spurted out from behind the magnificent, gray wolf. “We can’t change what is written!”
 “Heno, I have sensed Evil’s presence growing stronger each day, an evil I haven’t felt in centuries.”
 “My son of sons, Evil has risen. Hatidehsoh, the most powerful of the vile spirits, has returned.”
“HATIDEHSOH!” Mingan’s strong voice resounded in the quiet night. His stout body rose from the ground; his broad shoulders squared. “Hatidehsoh was killed hundreds of years ago!”
“Mingan, things are not as they’re perceived. Hatidehsoh’s spirit is alive, and the Great Counsel has sensed his power.” 
The massive, white wolf paced around the snowcapped mountain. His voice trembled, “Why now has Hatidehsoh’s spirit appeared?”
 “The evil spirit has prepared for this one night for many, many years. It was written in the stars that the two, young spirits would receive their powers combining an unimaginable power.” Heno’s voice became sharp as the ground quaked. “Hatidehsoh is waiting for the right moment to take their powers.”
“No one will harm the spirit of the mountain! Heno, I won’t fail,” Mingan said in a sad voice. Then, he lowered his head with shame, “…like I did before.”
“Mingan, you have never failed the Great Counsel. The spirit of two, the power of one will come to pass. It does exist.”
“How can it be?” The snow-white wolf’s head rose, the sparkling lights from the sky flashed in his damp eyes. “Are you saying the other young spirit…could be alive?”
“Some things I cannot tell,” the deep voice of Heno growled. The voice thundered from the sky, “May the spirits of our ancestors be with you on your new journey. Goodbye, my brave grandson.”
The night became quiet.

 
Chapter 2
Mr. Hockersmith
 
      “Nothing strange ever happens on Abner Street. Yeah right!” blurted out Billy gripping the windowsill tightly as he peered in the living room window of Mr. Hockersmith’s house.
“Shush, he’s gonna hear you!” whispered Cody, wiping the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt. “Get down from that window. We’re here to get my soccer ball, not to be Peeping Toms.”
Cody inched closer to Billy as he crawled through the rosebushes in stealth-like movement. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea to play soccer in my front yard. You and your big ideas! I’m gonna get grounded, probably for a month or a year, maybe for the rest of my life.” He stopped for a second catching his breath. “My mom warned me not to get into any more trouble.”
“Ah, you worry too much. Hurry up and come over here,” Billy said, “You’ve gotta check this out.”
“Billy,” Cody declared, “I mean it; get down from that window. Mr. Hockersmith will see you.”
“Stop worrying, Cody. Hurry!” Billy urged. “You won’t believe this.” Billy hiccupped. “Sorry, Cody, I kinda got the hiccups.”
Cody crept up next to Billy. His hands reached up to the windowsill and slowly he pulled himself up from the ground to peer through the window. “Holy smoke! What the!” he said too loudly.
Billy’s crooked smile spread across his face. “See, I told ya. Take a gander at that. How many people in Edenville keep a birdcage that a man could fit inside of in their living room? I wonder what could be under that dark cover.”
“We’re not sticking around to find out!” Cody exclaimed trying desperately to hold onto the window seal. “Let’s get the soccer ball and get the heck out of here.”
“Oh,” Billy hiccupped again, “just a little peek; it won’t take a…”
 “Yikes,” Cody snapped interrupting Billy, “don’t move and be quiet! Mr. Hockersmith’s coming.”
Mr. Hockersmith, a crabby, old man with a long, pointed nose, beady, yellowish brown eyes, and a tuff of reddish-brown hair sticking out on top of his head, lived directly across the street from Cody’s house. The short, round man wearing a long, reddish-brown, feathered coat waddled into the living room and stopped next to the huge birdcage.
 “Ah fiddlesticks,” moaned Cody sliding his body down the side of the house. Mr. Hockersmith had warned Cody, if that soccer ball lands in my yard one more time, I’ll keep it. This was Cody’s new soccer ball, the one his dad had bought him a couple of weeks before, and there was no way Mr. Hockersmith was keeping it.
Cody sat down on the ground. His eyes remained glued on Billy’s chubby body shifting back and forth standing on a small stump as he scrunched his nose against the window. “Now what do I do?” asked Cody. “I can’t get my soccer ball ‘cause Mr. Hockersmith will see me for sure.”
“Cody,” Billy’s face paled, “you’ve gotta see this. He’s raising the cloth on the birdcage. Ugh  ̶  yuck!”
 “Would you stop making strange noises; he’ll hear you,” Cody whispered. He pulled himself back up to the window. His mouth dropped open. “Gross!” he whispered.
Billy dropped to the ground. “Did ya see?” he mumbled. “Mr. Hockersmith ate a big, wiggly, green caterpillar!”
“No, he didn’t,” snapped Cody. “He was feeding that bizarre, jumbo hawk in the cage.” He looked over at Billy. “And how would you know what he ate since his back was to you?”
“I’m telling you. Mr. Hockersmith’s mouth moved, and he swallowed.” Billy climbed back up to the window. “Hey, Cody,” Billy whispered, “Mr. Hockersmith is talking to the hawk, and his face is scrunching up in a frown.”
 “People talk to birds all the time. So what’s the big deal?”
“Shush,” Billy said. “Uh-oh, the bird is looking my way and his wing is pointing at me and... That darn bird is tattle-tailing on us. It said I was peeping in the window. Dang, Mr. Hockersmith is headed to the window.”
“Yikes,” Cody snapped, “get down and hide. Now what do we do? He’ll see us if we run, and he’ll find us if we stay.”
“Let’s get the soccer ball and get out of here,” Billy said leaping down to the ground from the stump. “I’d rather him see us than catch us. He’s weird!”
“I agree; he gives me the creeps.” Cody said as he began to crawl along the side of the house, but Billy grabbed his arm jerking him back behind the rosebushes before he made it to the front of the house. Cody flinched when a rosebush thorn dug into his arm, but he stayed quiet.
Walking up to Mr. Hockersmith’s front porch was Mr. Crabtree, another neighbor.
​“Great, that hurt!” sighed Cody when his head thumped against the porch as he wiped the blood from his scratch on his jeans. “Now what? We have two nosy neighbors and no way to escape. We’re done in.” 
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