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White Rock
White Rock
White Rock
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White Rock

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Laura and Kathy White Rock live at the very edge of Navajoland, where few people visit. Their lives are mostly normal for young twins who reside deep in the middle of nowhere, except that on one particular day, a visitor changes their lives forever.

They come upon a wounded crow on the road. It looks as though they cannot do anything for the poor creature, but as they carry it home, neither anticipates the journey that lies ahead. It is an adventure that will take the sisters into a strange land, hidden just behind their house. They will follow the crow through ancient sandstone monoliths, into an impossibly green valley guarded by a bear with obsidian eyes, and to a secret world where the crow will be able to cross into the next existence before the chindis (dark spirits) come to collect its soul. Laura and Kathy will have to remain strong, side by side, and face the evil that gathers at their feet, its hollow eyes fixed on the light that glows from within them.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 10, 2016
ISBN9781536557794
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    White Rock - Jason Lefthand

    A rickety, faded yellow school bus bounced along a rocky dirt road. A dusty trail followed the bus for miles. There was a screech of old brakes, the door opened and shut. Then, the bus was off. It disappeared behind the bend in a loud clatter of loose bolts and grinding gears. Laura and Kathy White Rock stood very still in a red cloud with their eyes pinched shut. Dirt in the face was just a part of being the last ones to get off the bus. They lived farthest away, at the very edge of the school district, in a place most people had never seen, surrounded by steep red plateaus and miles of solitude. The locals called it The End Of The Earth, because there was simply nothing there. Laura and Kathy, on the other hand, lovingly called it home.

    The dust settled. Laura rubbed the sand from her face. She looked just like her sister Kathy, except she had shoulder-length black hair that gleamed in the sun. She was also born four minutes earlier, which had given Laura a slight edge in the decision making. Kathy was just as tall, had longer hair, and smiled a lot more than Laura. Everyone at school saw the resemblance to one another, but their like qualities were only skin deep.

    Damn that bus, Laura said as she marched up the dirt path to their home. A tan double-wide sat at an angle atop a hill that settled against a tall red mesa.

    On one side of the home was a shed their father had built one summer. It had been the girls job to dole out nails. Their father believed hammers were too dangerous for his precious daughters. The girls had to begrudgingly obey. On the other side was a hogan, built decades before their trailer was hauled there by a small army of construction workers. The hogan served as the girls' playhouse when they were younger. Other times it was filled with relatives from all over the reservation, along with medicine men who sang until the sun set and rose.

    Kathy tipped her head to one side as she shook her hair. She watched Laura stomp on a lone flower that desperately clung to life between two chunks of gravel. Kathy frowned at her sister. She had already formulated a speech as to why Laura had to be kinder to all living things, but she knew Laura was not the kind of person who showed a sensitive side. In time, Kathy hoped Laura would change.

    Laura, Kathy said. She had to try anyway. It's not the bus driver's fault. It's the dry climate and the drought. If you have to blame something for the dirt, blame nature.

    "I did," Laura said. Her arm shot out at the crooked flower on the ground.

    It usually took Laura a few minutes to calm down. Afterward, she became a pleasant person. Laura's temperament had often landed her in front of the principal, but punishment never went beyond stern warnings. Laura said her native grace got her out of detention.

    Kathy

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