Daughter of the Howling Moon

Best Published Fiction Book, 2015 Awarded by the Oklahoma Writers Federation Inc. “The copper stink of fresh blood in my nose. Cool air on my face. I ran. In three bounds I climbed to a high limb on the cypress tree, crouched on the branch, ears pricked. Far away I picked up the cries of the man who tried to ruin me. Let him come. I’d crush his skull between sharp teeth and strong jaws. For the jaguar and me were one.” “Rain thrashed ground. Lightning cut sky. Thunder boomed. The moon burst open and anointed me with its life . . . its glory . . . its power. In the natural beauty of raw wildness, encircled by God’s light and supremacy, I stood reborn. Baptized by the pureness of rain and earth, wind and fire into the Church of the Howling Moon.” From time to time--when the need is great, when injustice can no longer be tolerated, when the very heavens cry "Enough!"--a champion is born. Even though she doesn't know it, Bethany Ann is such a champion. Fiercely loyal to what's right, a defender of the weak and innocent, she is the Daughter of the Howling Moon.

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