Informationen zum Autor Willow Smith is a singer, songwriter, and activist. Jess Hendel is a writer based in Los Angeles. She received her MFA in writing for screen and television from the University of Southern California and her BA in sociology from Amherst College. Klappentext "From Willow Smith and Jess Hendel comes a powerful ... historical epic about an African warrior in the world of the Vikings"-- Leseprobe 1 Yafeu The antelope calf strays too far from his mother. I crouch behind a boulder, tracking his movements as he combs the parched riverbank for sparse clumps of hippo grass. My ankles are strained, my thighs tight as bowstrings. From the moment I spotted the small herd trotting toward the White River, I haven't moved a muscle. After years of practice, I can ignore the discomfort, keeping my breath steady, even stopping my joints from creaking as I slow my nyama ­the energy that flows through all things­until I'm as motionless as the boulder. You must be as still as death itself. Papa's rich, deep voice booms in my mind, as though he had just spoken aloud. As though he were here beside me. Focus, he says. I ride the breath as it leaves my body. Soon I can feel the nyama of the herd as clearly as my own. It flows between the calf and his mother, her presence always mindful of his, and his of hers. He's old enough to have weaned, but young enough that his sense for danger is dull. A new blade in need of grinding. The White River is shallow and murky, its bank naked without the grasses that once speckled the red-­brown mud like spots on a giraffe. All around me, the land is dry and brittle and nearly empty of life; it will be a full moon cycle or more before Sogbo blesses us with rains and we can sow the loam with seed. But pink light softens the barrenness of the earth as Lisa peeks above the horizon. He blankets my dark skin in a welcome warmth, lights up the scattered acacia trees, and rouses the firefinches to their morning song. Even the birds were asleep when I rose, stirred in the middle of Mawu's reign by the restlessness that seizes me when the hour is ripe for a hunt. The calf ambles closer still, his shadow creeping up the boulder in the dawn's half-­light. I can already picture his tiny horns joining the teeth and claws on my hunter's tunic. Tokens of the animals I've given to the long night. Trust your instinct. Yet another of Papa's lessons. It is instinct that acts through you to make the kill. My patience is poised on the tip of my throwing knife as I slide it out of its sheath. I raise my arm so slowly it aches and bring the blade behind my ear. Now. Just as I'm about to strike­a flash of brown and black darts from behind an acacia trunk. A painted wolf lunges at my prey. The herd scatters. The calf flees with his mother. The wolf snaps her teeth and gives a moment's chase before slowing to watch the antelope disappear into the horizon. There's no chance of outrunning the herd; we both know that. Legba's cunning! My heart sinks into my empty stomach. All that patience­wasted! I stand, relieving the ache in my thighs, and level a glare at the painted wolf. She stares after the herd, apparently unaware of me. Maybe I should add her teeth to my collection. She's probably too heavy to carry all the way home, but I could skin her and give the pelt to Mama. The morning doesn't have to be a total waste. I raise my dagger again, but something makes me hesitate. She's little more than a cub, and the bones jutting out from her haunches betray the meagerness of the dry season. Perhaps she was separated from her mother during the last rains. Only an inexperienced huntress would spring too soon like that, ruining an easy kill.

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Willow Smith is a singer, songwriter, and activist.
 
Jess Hendel is a writer based in Los Angeles. She received her MFA in writing for screen and television from the University of Southern California and her BA in sociology from Amherst College.

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From Willow Smith and Jess Hendel comes a powerful and groundbreaking historical epic about an African warrior in the world of the Vikings.

Lore, legend, and history tell us of the Vikings: warrior-kings on epic journeys of conquest and plunder. But the stories we know are not the only stories to tell. There is another story, one that has been lost to the mists of time: the saga of the dark queen.

That saga begins with Yafeu, a defiant yet fiercely compassionate young warrior who is stolen from her home in the flourishing Ghanaian empire and taken as a slave to a distant kingdom in the North. There she is thrust into a strange, cold world of savage shield maidens, tyrannical rulers, and mysterious gods.

And there she also finds something unexpected: a kindred spirit. She comes to serve Freydis, a shy princess who couldn't be more different than the confident and self-possessed Yafeu.

But they both want the same thing: to forge their own fate. Yafeu inspires Freydis to dream of a future greater than the one that the king and queen have forced upon her. And with the princess at her side, Yafeu learns to navigate this new world and grows increasingly determined to become one of the legendary shield maidens.

For Yafeu may have lost her home, but she still knows who she is, and she's not afraid to be the flame that burns a city to the ground so a new world can rise from the ashes. She will alter the course of history-and become the revolutionary heroine of her own myth.