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Misty Dawn

by Orjan Henningson

388 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #04-1043; ISBN 1-4120-3216-4; US$29.85, C$34.33, EUR24.52, £17.17

Romance, adventure, and mystery are all part of this charming story which takes place in a picturesque mountain setting. The main characters will grab and hold the reader's attention throughout.

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About the Book

A two-thousand-year-old legend of a powerful North American matriarch, Misty Dawn, her husband Wolf-Warrior, and the evil Charging Bull, sparks the charming story of two modern day characters; Marianne and Neil. Marianne, on her way to her new home, is caught in a vicious thunderstorm high up in the mountains. She is rescued by Neil, a mysterious man who lives alone in a cabin on a beautiful meadow. Immediately, she falls for Neil's charm, even though he seems rather reluctant to reveal to her anything about himself.
Marianne has accepted a position as a commercial artist in a nearby town, hoping to escape her former mundane existence. However, she soon finds that the excitement she wished for captures her with more force than she could have imagined. Happiness seems to be within reach, but before she can claim it, she has to survive abduction, murderous criminals, and a bizarre claim by the local native population that she is the reincarnated spirit of the long-dead Misty Dawn. At first, she brushes this claim away, until Charging Bull, the evil warrior from the past, appears in her dreams vowing to kill her. She, then, puts her full trust in her own strength and Neil's resourcefulness, but will this be enough to conquer evil, especially since there are forces involved that cannot easily be explained?

About the Author

Orjan Henningson, born in the north of Sweden, moved to Canada in 1970. After a few years' stay in Vancouver, BC, he moved on to Edmonton, Alberta, where he later graduated from the University of Alberta with a degree in Education. Major subjects included Fine Arts, History, and English Literature.
His interest in reading and writing began in his childhood and has stayed with him ever since. Misty Dawn is his first published novel. Orjan and his wife live in Edmonton.

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Without warning, the door to the bunk-house opened. On the step, quietly closing the door, stood a big, muscular man. Marianne pushed herself down to the ground, as close to the wall as she could get. The man stood still for a while, his ears straining for the slightest sound. He was a rough looking man with a black beard, dressed in jeans and a checkered shirt. She felt panic beginning to take hold of her. What if she and Lin were discovered? Were these people criminals or innocent loggers? She lay watching the man through a small bush by the storage building. Suddenly, the man moved. To her horror, he moved down the steps and began walking in her direction. In panic, she put her head down and closed her eyes, as if she would be invisible if she could not see him. The approaching steps suddenly stopped, just as she thought the man would step on her. She did not move a finger, expecting a big hand to grab her by the neck, roughly pulling her up, but nothing happened. Then she heard a grunt at the same time as she heard the sound of water running. She opened her eyes, carefully peering around the corner. Only a couple of steps away from her, the man stood with his back to her, relieving himself. The situation hit her suddenly as being extremely comic. To her horror, she felt a terrible urge to laugh out loud. Desperately, she struggled to mobilize all her strength to keep herself from bursting out in uncontrolled giggles. She put her head down again and waited, slowly moving her arms into a more comfortable position. Although her movement was extremely careful, one arm touched a small bush beside the wall of the building, making a soft rustling sound that made her hold her breath from fright. The man stood absolutely still and silent.
"Anyone there?" he suddenly asked. Marianne did not move a finger, as she lay flat on the ground, not daring to release her breath. Her head began feeling as if it would explode. "Damn mice," the man said as he began walking back to the bunk-house. Marianne lay still until the door closed, then she took a series of quick, deep breaths, feeling absolutely exhausted from the short ordeal.
As soon as the man had disappeared indoors, Lin came crawling quickly towards her.
"Quick," he whispered. "We must get out of here." He looked puzzled at her as she was still gasping for air. She told him, briefly, about the incident that had almost given them away. Lin listened while she was explaining the situation, in a whisper. With a concerned expression, he looked towards the closed door, where the man had disappeared, as if it would open at any moment. Then, he began moving quietly, but fast, in the direction they had come from, beckoning her to follow. Marianne came closely behind him, casting an anxious glance over her shoulder. Lin's behaviour when he returned to her, at her hiding place, had frightened her a bit. He had obviously seen something that had scared him. They were half-way to the trees when she suddenly caught her foot in something, that sent her sprawling, face-first, on the ground. Her fall broke a few dry twigs, which, to Marianne and Lin, sounded like riffle shots. There was a sudden commotion behind them. They heard a man's voice shouting something, just as there was a thunder of running feet coming from behind the storage building. Then, Marianne felt someone grabbing her armpits, forcefully lifting her up. To her relief, she found that it was Lin who had pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her hand, as they bolted in among the trees. Although they were hidden from view by the protecting trees, they kept on running deeper into the woods, not stopping until they felt relatively safe. Leaning against a big tree, they both stood catching their breaths. Behind them, they heard voices, but no one seemed to be following them. The storage building had shielded them from view as they ran in among the trees.
"Come on," Lin said, as he began walking down to the trail. "They probably thought it was a deer."
"What happened?" Marianne asked as they were walking down the narrow trail.
"I sneaked up to the windows and looked in," Lin explained. He was walking ahead of Marianne. "In a big room sat four men. Ken was one of them, and guess who else I saw there? Len Patterson!"
"So, he has not disappeared after all!" Marianne exclaimed.
"No, but they don't know where he is, back at the mill. I wonder what's going on. Can't be anything good, though."
"Why did we leave in such a hurry?" she asked.
"Oh, when I looked in through the window, I saw riffles leaning against the wall and one of the guys was cleaning a pistol. These guys are up to no good, I tell you."
"Let's go straight to the police," Marianne suggested.
"No," Lin said, forcefully. "Not yet. We need more proof. If we go now without having a case, these guys will be after us. They could be behind the shooting at Mr. Rodriguez' place, don't you think?"
"Sounds like it," she admitted. "What about the security guys at the mill? Is there anyone you know there whom we can talk to?"
"I know only one of the guards who has his head screwed on right. His name is Ben, but I wouldn't talk to anyone else. Karl Muller is the head of security, and he is a real jerk. At least, that*s what Ben keeps telling me." Lin laughed. "He is the one who is checking the security system at the Rodriguez'. Ben told me that he wouldn't be surprised if Muller accidentally turned it off, when he checked it over before the shooting."
"How long has he been here?" she asked.
"Who? Ben?"
"No, Muller."
"Ben said that he believed Muller came when Mr. Rodriguez re-arranged management at the mill."
"Len too?"
"No, Len started a little more than half a year ago. Same time as Ken started, I think. Boy, what a mess. Well, here is the car."
They slumped into their seats. Marianne thought that she was more exhausted from all the excitement, than from the long hike. Her feet ached, making her wish that she could soak them in a hot bath. She started the engine, slowly letting the car roll forward, leaving the hiding place for the short drive back to the mill. As they entered the parking lot, they were both deep in thought.
"Thanks for coming along," Marianne said, as Lin was leaving her car.
"Don't mention it," he grinned at her. "As I said; I wouldn't miss it for anything. You are exciting to be with. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Go away," she laughed as he closed the door. Lin went over to his small truck, waving a hand at her. Marianne turned out from the parking lot just as a red sports car entered, parking close to the entrance of the office building. She looked in the rear view mirror while slowly driving away towards the road. Just as she was about to turn away from the parking lot, she saw Ken briskly walking up to the entrance.

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