"Spirits of Sacred Mountain"
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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.

© 2011 SPIRITS OF SACRED MOUNTAIN

Spirits of Sacred Mountain Middle Grade Book

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

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