Saturday, February 16, 2013

Medicine Man I: The Chief of All Time by S.R.Howen: Character Interview and Excerpt


Character: The main male protagonist - Shannon Running Deer 

Who is your favorite author? 

That would have to be S.R. Howen. She has written the story of my life, and changed it in ways I never though possible.  Of course, she also tortured me, sent evil spirits after me, and completely uprooted me from modern times, but she gave me a fascinating life.

Tell us about your family.

My grandfather is a traditionalist who follows the American Indian way of life, and scoffs at anyone born Indian who doesn’t.  My brother, follows tradition when it suits him, and his trips out of that role get him in trouble. 

What was the scariest moment of your life?

This is a hard one, you would think it would be easy to answer this, but I am torn between three things.  The first would be when I was pulled back in time, or thought was, then knew I was, then wasn’t sure if perhaps I’d gone insane.  The second would be being chased by the Elk-man, a physical enemy is frightening enough, but one released from the spirit world, how do you defeat that?  Third, the thought I would lose Morning Dove to another man.


As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I always thought I would follow after my grandfather as a tribal medicine man.  I left the reservation when my father died and never looked back, leaving tradition behind in favor of becoming a modern trauma surgeon. 


What songs are most played on your Ipod?

No ipods a 1000 years in the past.  There are days I miss an ipod, or a phone, or ansthisia for surgery, or even a roll of toilet paper . . .

What would we find under your bed? 

The dirt floor of the tipi I live in now. 


What is the next big thing? 

I’d have to say that the next to books about me are the next big thing.  Once you have read the first book in the series then reading the rest will be a must to find out more.


Do you have any special routines or rituals? 

There is a rock near the village I live in, I spend a lot of time there thinking and trying to figure out what to do about the evil chasing me, or at least I like to think I spend the time there thinking.  What usually happens is, I end up getting tossed around in time, chased by a wolf, or in a fight with the man who wants the woman I love.

 Shannon Running Deer is American Indian by blood, he has forsaken his people's ancient ways to embrace the "modern" world as a wealthy, highly successful trauma surgeon.

His comfortable existence begins to unravel when, seemingly by chance, Shannon finds himself gradually drawn into the past. Pursued by an ancient evil, he knows he can change the future, if he can survive the past.

In the tradition of Diana Gabaldon, S.R. Howen's MEDICINE MAN is a distinctive and atmospheric novel full of spirituality, mystical time travel, passion, and suspense.

She stood up, undid her jeans, and started lowering them as if I were not staring at her like some lusty teenager. I fled the room and shut the door on her seductive form. I stood in the hallway, leaned against the wall with my eyes shut, and tried to still the passion she invoked in me. I knew she didn’t wear a bra; the absent top buttons on her shirt made it obvious. She also didn’t wear any underwear. Not unless they were much lower on her hips than her partly lowered jeans. In all my adult life, I had never felt like this before.

“You could have her. Take her,” the elk-man’s voice echoed.

“You’ve been too long without a wife,” my grandfather said.

“Leave me alone,” I said, as much to the elk-man voice as to my grandfather.

“You have been too long without a wife,” my grandfather repeated.  “Even I remember what it was like to be that ready for a woman.”

I tried to yank my shirt down farther before I opened my eyes to tell him to mind his own business. I got a good view of his back as he went into the guest room. The door shut with a firm thump. The sound of the lock turning made me shake my head.

My grandfather was at his exasperating best. Later, he would wander out of there to raid the refrigerator for whatever he could find. I went into the kitchen and put the teakettle on the stove. The burner lit with a faint whoosh, and I experienced a flash of the medicine dances I’d attended in my youth. The tribal medicine man would throw fine sulfur dust into the fire to make it do the same thing. A grand show, as was everything medicine men did. None of their tricks had worked for my father.

My father, being a firm believer in the old ways, would’nt seek out modern medicine past the point of being told he had terminal cancer. He wouldn’t even consider modern healing mixed with the old beliefs. My own mother turned her back on me after he died.

The teapot shrilled, and Morning Dove’s voice came from the doorway. “I am very tired.”

I took a mug from the shelf above the sink. From a different cupboard, I took down the box of nighttime tea I kept there. I added water and tea to the mug and watched the steam for a moment, before I held it out to her.

“It will help you sleep,” I said when she just looked at the cup.

“I have had enough white-man’s medicines put into me already.” Her eyes flashed with what I took for humor.

“This is a mixture of natural herbs, no preservatives, no artificial colorings, no caffeine. . . ”

With a smile, she took the cup. Her fingers brushed against mine, sending an electric chill along my nerves. I led the way to my study and turned on the gas fireplace. Morning Dove went to the thick sheepskin rug in front of it and sat down. While she sipped the tea, I went to the closet and retrieved a pillow and some blankets. I paused with them in hand to watch her. She sat in the terry robe and held the mug in both hands. She took a small sip and stared into the fire.

Her hair hung down over the robes back in a glimmering wet curtain. One corner of the robe slipped down to reveal her shoulder. I wanted to sink to the floor and wrap myself around her. With a grunt, I pulled myself away from thoughts of intimacy with her. I covered the couch with a sheet and punched the pillow a few times--to fluff it.

The gate buzzer sounded loudly in the silent room. What nut would be out on a night like this unless they had to be? I pulled the door to the study shut and went to answer the gate intercom.

No one answered. When I turned away from it, thinking the storm had made it go off, it buzzed again. Loud and insistent. I jabbed the button.
“Who’s there?”

I heard nothing in return except the thunder rumbling overhead. I pulled open the front door. Down the drive, through the sheets of rain, it looked like a set of round headlights on the other side of the gate. My brother’s Jeep?

I reached back inside and pushed the button to open the gate.
Lightening cracked so bright I couldn’t see for a moment. I blinked back the brightness, tried to blink it away again.

It didn’t help. The deer filling my driveway didn’t go away. They ran past the house in a steady stream, an entire herd. Where had they come from? The drums sounded behind me.

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S.R.Howen said...

Thanks Laurie for having me.

Bill Gibbons said...

SR, very cool, having an interview with the protagonist. It shows his informal side, away from his job as the MC in your novel. I like it! In fact, I may steal that idea someday. :-)

Bill Gibbons

Haggis said...

What a neat blog concept. And what a neat post by S.R. Howen. The book sounds fascinating. It's going on the list now. :)

carmens007 said...

The book sounds interesting and the character interview brings another perspective on Shannon Running Deer.
Native people's traditions and life, I think, still have many things unknown to us.
As about Shannon's "mother' she is also a great editor, take my word.
Thank you for the lovely interview!

VampedChik said...

Sounds very interesting! Ill have to check it out! :)

Denise Z said...

I love Indian lore and culture and always find it fascinating. Thank you for sharing about what looks like a treat of a read with us. I enjoyed the excerpt and am looking forward to more.