FEATHER ON THE WIND
by Catherine Snodgrass
Time Travel Romance
On the night of the autumnal equinox, Raina Cotterell uncovers a corridor while searching for the tomb of an ancient Maya ruler. She and her colleagues step from 1970 to 750 and into a ceremony to select a bride for the Maya prince, Al-Mon. The Maya believe she is the chosen bride sent as a gift from the gods.
To protect one of her colleagues, Raina agrees to wed Al-Mon. In the months which follow she falls in love with her prince, and finally tells him why she cannot stay. The pain of her revelation haunts Al-Mon, for he does not wish to live in a world without her. He decides his only solution is to replace his look-alike, Burke O’Neill, in the future. He must find a way to convince Burke to stay and to avoid another more deadly foe who will do anything to keep the men from switching places.
WINNER – 2005 INDEPENDENT PUBLISHERS AWARD (IPPY) – BEST ROMANCE
3RD PLACE – 2001 LAUREL WREATH AWARD
SIX MAGICAL WANDS! Catherine Snodgrass always writes a winner, but this has to be my favourite of her books so far. I really couldn’t fault it, and was eager to finish it to see how Raina and Al-Mon reconciled the differences in their cultures and across time. With plenty of careful detail, Ms Snodgrass paints a vivid and realistic picture not just of a modern(ish!) archaeological dig, but also a glimpse of ancient Mayan life. Superb characterisation, especially with Al-Mon, and all round a riveting, sensual read. ~Autiotalo, Enchanted Ramblings
FIVE HEARTS! Through the descriptive writing of Catherine Snodgrass we clearly picture the setting and characters. The story asks how far someone will go for love. The romance is passionate from the beginning. This time-travel adventure is a creative and passionate romance that will keep the reader entertained. ~Anita, The Romance Studio
FIVE ANGELS!!! I have not seen many time travel books based on the Mayans, so I was really interested in reading this book. I was not disappointed. The Mayan setting of this book is amazing. Catherine Snodgrass really brought the culture to life for me. The descriptions of the buildings, rituals, royalty, and society made me want to go buy a history book on the Mayans. The passion and love between Raina and Al-Mon’s is touching. There is an interesting twist in the book involving another aspect of Mayan culture. I thought the answer to their problem was a little obvious, but the author added a twist to it that I didn’t expect. Definitely a must read if you like time travel romance and you are interested in Mayan culture. ~ Gretchen, Fallen Angel Reviews
FOUR CUPS!!! Ms Snodgrass is a brilliant storyteller, hooking me from the very first page to the utterly surprising twist at the end. She called up the Mayan time and culture so believably that I did not once doubt its veracity. A beautifully told tale of love’s ability to conquer! ~Caro, Coffee Time Romance
4 ½ STARS. A fascinating story about a love that reaches across time and draws two people together regardless of their separate worlds. The characters are brought to life by her rich descriptions of both the people and their cultures. ~Audra Silva,Scribes World
An intricately woven plot and richly textured background lend the tale fresh originality. Recommended. ~Cindy Penn, Wordweaving
Time travel at its best! Ms. Snodgrass has blended history with fiction and creates a romance you won’t soon forget. Raina and Al-Mon’s love will take your breath away. The characters are well drawn, and I was pulled into the lives of each and every one of them– from the egotistical Burke to the sweet and caring Al-Mon. The Mayan culture is brought vividly to life, and I was made to feel as if I were there witnessing all the action. The story is fast-paced and entertaining and I couldn’t put it down. A well-written adventure sure to please any time travel fan. So grab a cup of cocoa and curl up for an exciting adventure that shouldn’t be missed. ~ Carol Durfee, Romance Reviews Today
FOUR STARS!!! This is an exciting book that brings the ancient Mayans to life until their ways are real and comfortable. As the book builds to the climax, you want it to work out for the lovers but it seems impossible. You’ll want to keep reading until it all is resolved. How do they get back to their own time? ~Martha von Redlich, SimeGen
FIVE HEARTS!!! A wonderful tale of the times of the Maya Indians. [The author’s] descriptions and characters are very realistic and the reader is caught within the first few pages. It was a marvelous read of this by-gone era and I could not lay it down. I am looking forward to reading many more novels by this fantastic author, and I recommend her highly. Mariah, The Romance Studio
This novel works very well on many different levels. The romance between Al-Mon and Raina is handled wonderfully. The Mayan society, rituals, and history are clearly well researched and woven seamlessly into the story. This author has shown herself to be very adept at very different types of romances. I’m looking forward to much more from her. Readers who enjoy time travel, romance, or Mayan history will be very happy with this one. The Romance Readers Connection
4 ROSES! Ms. Snodgrass does a good job making time travel believable. Her characters are well developed and entertaining the Mayan culture she creates is fascinating. FEATHER ON THE WIND is an intriguing look into a culture that isn’t visited very often in the romance genre. ~Jenni, A Romance Review
A heart-stopping romance, but hidden within its layers is a well-researched, richly visual interpretation of a lost Mayan civilization. At the center of this story is Raina and Al-Mon, lovers from different times, with what appears to be no hope of a happily-ever after. But love never fails to travel a road with interesting twists and turns. ~ Theresa Gallup for Fictional Pursuits
750 a.d. – City of the Sun
Al-Mon stood as rigid as the statues that surrounded his bathing pool. Let the servants attend; he would offer no assistance to this ceremony. It was his way of showing objection without actually doing so. How could he refuse when this was for his benefit and the perpetuation of his royal line?
His manservant tied the jaguar sash around Al-Mon’s waist, overlapping the matching loincloth. Al-Mon rejected the seashell collar, opting for a red feathered cape. His gods would accept him unbejeweled, without pretense, a humble subject seeking divine intervention. How could they refuse such a request? He had spent his life appeasing those omnipresent beings and had asked for nothing in return — until now.
“Your headdress, my lord.”
Al-Mon combed his raven hair to the crown of his head and secured the long strands with a narrow strip of leather. He sat upon one of the stone benches to enable the smaller man to seat this crowning symbol of authority.
The plumage of red and yellow was heavy and awkward. Only with years of practice could one wear the towering mass without having it slip or, worse yet, throw its wearer off balance. Such a thing was not a problem for Al-Mon; his tutelage had begun at the cradle. Now the headdress was merely an extension of himself. With it his subjects rarely noticed the unfortunate condition which set him apart from others. Without it he stood out.
It was a cruel fate of a birth that occurred on a desolate road with only his father and the high priest attending the premature event. A midwife would have found something, anything to press the surviving newborn prince’s head into the slope which Mayans longed for — the men did not. As a consequence, Al-Mon was forced to give sacrifice to the gods at the tender age of three days. He was grateful that incident was not part of his memories.
And yet he could not label all these circumstances as a curse. A lesser man would have let the difference destroy him, make him bitter. Al-Mon refused to let it rule his life, not when there were so many other more important things which should. The physical aspect was a minor annoyance. Dealing with it and the reaction of others helped him build the strength he needed to one day be a good ruler.
Al-Mon adjusted the headdress and pulled his hair through the opening at the top. “I believe that should do.”
“A grander prince I have never attended,” Tor-sa said.
Al-Mon chuckled. “Tor-sa, I am the only prince you have ever served.”
The little man smiled back. “Yes, my lord, that is true. I wish you good fortune tonight. I shall be watching from the portico. All three ladies are worthy. The gods cannot help but choose well.”
Al-Mon’s humor faded. “How sad that the ladies in question do not feel that way.”
From outside the conch shells called the city to the ceremony. There was no postponing the inevitable. Resigned to his fate, Al-Mon strode through winding corridors of stone to the entry hall. He was late. His parents waited, dressed in full regalia. The prospective brides hovered nearby, dour-faced.
Standing watch was the elderly high priest, Caan-tu. From the time of Al-Mon’s birth, Caan-tu had been a part of his life. No decision was made without him. It was said his powers went far beyond those required of ordinary priests. Al-Mon did not know if that were true, but he did know Caan-tu was one of the wisest, most learned men he had ever met. This ceremony tonight was his doing.
With Caan-tu leading the way, they stepped into the night.
A hush fell over the crowd as the royal procession appeared. No breeze stirred. Smoke from the torches hugged the ground like fog. The path to the temple was clear, but as the royals passed, the crowd closed in behind them. Drumbeats echoed their footsteps down the flight of stairs, across the courtyard, then up the steep temple steps. Silence descended when the entourage reached the top, and Caan-tu raised his scrawny arms.
“Tonight, on this holy night, a bride will be chosen.”
The crowd roared with approval, and Al-Mon looked over the candidates. By the ladies’ show of enthusiasm one would think they were to be sacrificed instead of honored. Al-Mon looked away and to the sea of faces below. That, too, was a bad choice, for one face stood out — that of Ka-la.
Her dark eyes blazed with fury over the ceremony and the fact that she had not been chosen to participate. She would have been willing, so willing that this selection would not have been necessary. But had she been included, Al-Mon would have steadfastly refused to accept her.
“We shall choose!” Caan-tu said, then led the king and queen into the bowels of the temple.
Al-Mon let his gaze focus on his home, hoping to clear his mind and let the gods work their will. The royal dwelling house was set at a right angle to the temple, and was the longest structure in the city. A rippling succession of eight archways marked the front; torches lit each one. Above the center arch, the main entrance, a bird was carved; its feathers spread in flight with a wing span which reached past the arches on either side of it. To visitors and people of the city the bird represented the freedom and power of the ruling clan. But Al-Mon knew of the invisible tether which bound the bird. For a Mayan prince and future king there was no freedom. He existed for the sole purpose of serving his people and producing heirs, even if that meant with a mate who was less than willing.
Al-Mon shifted his gaze to the black horizon. Why must it be this way? Somewhere there must be a woman, a love for me. He closed his eyes and prayed the gods’ selection would be wise.