Kurzbeschreibung
A ForeWord Reviews Book of the Year!
Noah's wife is Na'amah, a brilliant young girl who only wishes to be a shepherdess on her beloved hills in ancient Turkey—a desire shattered by the hatred of her powerful brother, the love of two men, and a looming disaster that threatens her world.
Noah built an ark—but this story has never been told!
“My name, Na’amah, means pleasant or beautiful. I am not always pleasant, but I am beautiful. Perhaps that is why I am trundled atop this beast like a roll of hides for market and surrounded by grim-faced men. If my captors had bothered to ask me, I would have told them that their prize is of questionable value because my mind is damaged. But they did not, and I lie draped, belly down, across the back of an auroch, a large black ox with an eel stripe that runs down his spine and a stench worse than a rutting goat. My mouth is parched and swollen with dried blood, and every step the animal takes sends a jolt of pain into my chest. Snatches of ground appear between the cloven hooves—a succession of earth, grass, and rock obscured by the dark tangle of my hair—all I have to measure the growing distance from the life I have known.”
“…an extraordinary work.”
--Dianne Mooney, founder of Southern Living At HOME
“…a terrific storyteller.”
--Sena Jeter Naslund, author of Ahab’s Wife
“…a novel of epic sweep, emotional power, and considerable beauty.”
--Ron Golson, The Blount Countian
Noah's wife is Na'amah, a brilliant young girl who only wishes to be a shepherdess on her beloved hills in ancient Turkey—a desire shattered by the hatred of her powerful brother, the love of two men, and a looming disaster that threatens her world.
Noah built an ark—but this story has never been told!
“My name, Na’amah, means pleasant or beautiful. I am not always pleasant, but I am beautiful. Perhaps that is why I am trundled atop this beast like a roll of hides for market and surrounded by grim-faced men. If my captors had bothered to ask me, I would have told them that their prize is of questionable value because my mind is damaged. But they did not, and I lie draped, belly down, across the back of an auroch, a large black ox with an eel stripe that runs down his spine and a stench worse than a rutting goat. My mouth is parched and swollen with dried blood, and every step the animal takes sends a jolt of pain into my chest. Snatches of ground appear between the cloven hooves—a succession of earth, grass, and rock obscured by the dark tangle of my hair—all I have to measure the growing distance from the life I have known.”
“…an extraordinary work.”
--Dianne Mooney, founder of Southern Living At HOME
“…a terrific storyteller.”
--Sena Jeter Naslund, author of Ahab’s Wife
“…a novel of epic sweep, emotional power, and considerable beauty.”
--Ron Golson, The Blount Countian
