The Start of a Prophecy: To Savah, a sheltered fifteen-year-old who has been hiding her growing magical abilities, it seems like chance when she meets Bazir in the marketplace of Erah where she is selling cloth she has woven, but it is the hand of fate and the hope of a prophecy -- given a gentle push of Kalisha, a wise woman -- setting them on their life's journey.
The two marry, although he cannot stay for Bazir is the head of a growing resistance determined to overthrow Haratha, the Dark Wizard. When Bazir is captured, a magical bracelet Savah wove as his wedding gift turns him into a wolf. Escaping, he makes his way to her, where he learns she has birthed their daughter, Aimah, who was immediately kidnapped by the mysterious Kalisha.
To stop a great evil: Knowing the prophecy, Haratha has been relentlessly hunting for the women predicted to be his downfall. Aimah grows under Kalisha's guidance, learning her own magic and gifts. In time, she marries and has a daughter of her own, Nara. When mother and daughter are threatened by Haratha, Aimah magically sends the child away.
Generations must Join: Woman and wolf search for their child across thirty-five years and countless lands. Over time, Bazir winters with various wolf packs learning their ways while Savah's magical gifts become stronger as she develops a circle of women friends who join the fight to overthrow Haratha. When Nara appears to her, Savah knows the end is coming.
In the final confrontation, the three women must combine their magical powers, aided by the men who love them, to defeat Haratha -- whatever price must be paid.
Hilda K. Weisburg has wanted to be an author from the time she was eight years old. An avid reader all her life, she did the next best thing and became a school librarian. Since 1979, she has written books for her fellow librarians as well as School Librarian’s Workshop: www.slworksp.net (now an e-newsletter).
Although Hilda retired as high school librarian in 2004, she continues to write and give presentations for the profession she loves. After attending a writer’s conference at Skidmore College she finally took time to write the novel she has always dreamed of creating.
A lover of theater, sushi, and regular massages, she lives in New Jersey with her husband of over fifty years and spends as much time as she can with her grown children and four grandsons. She can be found online at www.hildaweisburg.com
The writing flowed smoothly and was nicely descriptive. The characters came to life and encouraged me to feel involved. This book was very well done!C. Benbassat
Amazing. I was so caught up in Savah's world that I did not want the story to end. Amazing storyline mixed with magic, fantasy, love and shear strength to never give up.Charmed -- Amazon
Good Read! Thoroughly enjoyed this book. I found myself caught up in Savah's world and couldn't wait to find out what happens next. Well written, well done!Florrie Cohen
Entrancing. I found myself unable to put the book down, consumed with what would next unfold. It was a great, quick read.Kristina -- Amazon
A Fantastical Read. I really enjoyed this book for several reasons. First of all, I liked the fact that the women in the story were strong, intelligent and able to take care of themselves and others.MWend -- Amazon
As a lover of fantasy fiction I am always on the lookout for a new author to feed my addiction. I found myself not wanting to put this one down. Multigenerational strong women show that enduring love can take many forms. A good read.naterion -- Amazon
As a lover of YA fantasy fiction this book did not fail to please. Right amount of fantasy and realistic character development to engage the reader. As a woman, I found the relationships between the women and with the men who loved them rich and natural. The climax of the story evokes true emotion. Any fan of Tamora Pierce would love this new take on the genre.Lori S Boyle
Woven Through Time is a an engaging novel, rich with elements of a fairy tale. The magic is woven seamlessly into each character so that it is naturally believable. The women are strong, the men loving and supportive, and the villains create a convincing tension. But it is the relationships of the women, not solely the three main characters, that is the backbone of the story. Drawing upon her heritage, the author’s choice of names is significant and lends to the mythology. I highly recommend this book not only to the young adult audience for whom it is written but to anyone who cherishes tales of good versus evil and love championing over all.Pamela J. Gunter
Well written tale, great character development. I loved it! Enjoyable for adults and YA readers alike. Looking forward to a sequel!Amazon
Loved this book. This is a great read for adults and young adults alike. If you like Twilight and Harry Potter or just a great fantasy novel this is a must buy. Well researched and very well written.Karen Wentzel
Intrigue, passion, and civil war will sweep the reader along!Tamora Pierce, Author of the Daughter of the Lioness series, the Legend of Beka Cooper series, and Winner of the 2013 Margaret A. Edwards Award
Arranging her best weaving on the crossbars of the market stall, Savah’s curious eyes darted around in wonder. She drank in as much of the sights, sounds,and smells as she could.She was still amazed her father had finally allowed her to leave the farm and accompany her brothers, Chotar and Nikat, to the marketplace in Erah. As her fingers danced lightly over the cloth she had woven and wished to sell, the colors seemed to glow from within.She glanced around to see whether anyone had witnessed her use of magic.
Savah was almost certain the elderly woman walking towards her had not seen anythingamiss. At fifteen years, she was adept at concealing her most unusual gifts as her late mother had warned. Neither her father nor herbrothers knew. Fortunately, Chotarand Nikat were not there to notice, althoughthey were not very observant. They had gone off to amuse themselves, leavingher a small amount of coins to make change along with a lot of instructions and warnings.
A young matron,a child slung in shawl tied tightlyaround her, stoppedand fingered a finely woven dark blue fabric.“How much do you want for this?”
“F-F-Five jotars,”stammered Savah.
“Five? I will give you one.”
“One is too little,”Savah replied worried about her brothers’ reaction. “Three?”
“I might buy it for two,” said the woman, her hands caressing the cloth.
“Two and a half,” Savah recalled Chotar’s directive to not agree on a price too quickly.
As the womancounted out the coins, Savah huggedherself, excited and happy to have made her firstsale.
The old ladyshe had seenearlier approached. Savah was mesmerized by the woman’s bright blue eyes. “You are new here. Are you enjoying the market?”
“Oh, yes!It’s wonderful! I haven’t seen much but it is so exciting.”
“This weaving is beautiful. That woman would have paid you more for it. Did you do all this yourself?”
Savah blushed, unaccustomed to praise.“Yes, I did. My mother taught me, but she’s dead seven years now. I miss her very much. She was having my baby sister, but neither one lived.” Savah’s hand flew to her mouth to stop more words from pouring out. She couldn’t understand what made her say so much so quickly to this stranger. The woman didn’t seem to notice or mind.
“She taught you well. I’m sure you still miss her. Tell me of her.”
Savah’s eyes glistened. Unused to sympathy and a woman’s kindness, she forgot Nikat’swarning to keep to herself and grasped the chance to release what she had kept locked inside for so long.
“She was so pretty. She would sing as we worked, and I loved to watch as she set up the loom and sketched a pattern. She taught me to read and make simple healing potions.I discovered more using the books she left me and writing down what I figured out by mixing up some of my own.”
“What else did you learn from her?”
Savah glowed at the interest and attention. “A bit of counting and summing. I can do much in my head, but I sometimes write down the numbers as she showed me. Weaving and making remedies helps me remember her and keep her close. She brought laughter to all of us.” Savah’s eyes misted.“She took her lightness with her when she died. It’s now a household of men. They talk very little and have become rough in their ways. I’m sure they love me, they just have no way to show it.” Savah squeezed her lips together.She had said far too much.
The woman didn’t seem to notice her reaction and turned to the herbs Savah had brought. Handling them gently,she said. “You’ve done well with these. I’ll give you ten jotars for all of them.”
“Why would you need so much?”Savah was stunned by the amount of money.
“I am Kalisha,a midwife and healer.I make my own potions to help with pain and bleeding, but I can always use more simples since it’s hard for me to gather all I need.”
After gratefully taking the coins, Savah wrapped the herbs in a piece of coarse cloth and handed it to Kalisha, who took the package, put it into her sack, and walked away.
Savah watched her until she turned a corner. “For an old lady, she walks very well,” she murmured and smoothed the fabrics in the booth almost forgetting about the woman as soon as she disappeared.
Kalisha laughed. Not only did she walk well for an elderly woman, she also heard incredibly well. Continuing her wandering through the market,she smiled contentedly. The first part of the prophecy had arrived. It remained to be seen if Savah’s resilience and intelligence would be sufficient to survive and grow through the pain and challenges to come. Reminding herself to slow down to a pace befitting a woman of her years, she considered her next step. One little push starts a pebble down a mountain, it moves a larger stone, which hits a boulder,and by the time it all reaches the bottom much is swept away. Now for the pebble.
She turned and as if by accident bumpedinto a young man engrossed in a book. Her packages went flying, and she landed in a heap.
“Oh please, excuse me! Let me help you up,” he stammered trying to pick up the packages and the woman all at the same time.
“I am unhurt. Just give me your hand.”
He gently guided her to her feet and lightly dusted the dirt from her dress, then gathered what had tumbled to the ground.
“I am so sorry, my lady. My father always says it’s fine to love reading, but I shouldn’t keep my nose in a book while I’m walking. He is right once again.”
“No harm done, and I’m not your lady. I am Kalisha.”
“My name is Bazir. Forgive me again, Kalisha.”
“Perhaps you should put your book away as your father suggested. Don’t let book learning keep you from discovering the wonders of the world around you.” She waved one hand about at the world she referred to and lightly touched his arm with the other. “You are so thin. Did you forget to eat?”
Suddenly Bazir felt extremely hungry. He couldn’t wait to get to a food stall. Hastily saying good-bye, he turned off the path to head for a booth where he knew they sold crunchy rolls with a soft inside that had his mouth watering at the thought.
Kalisha’s eyes twinkled as she saw where he was going. “I now must wait. The time of the prophecy begins. It remains to be seen if they will face the dark powers,no matter how fearful the risk, or choose an easier course.”
Savah had been busy for well over two hours. She smoothed her fingers over the sack with coins. The sale she had made to that woman Kalahari made a significant addition,but many more women had been eager to buy her weaving.She hefted the sack to feel its weight again,unable to believe how heavy it was becoming. Every time she touched it, she was awed again.A warm glow swelled insider her. She never knew how skillfully she wove. Her father and brothers had not said that people loved her cloth and paid well for it. Not really surprising, as they didn’t speak much and their father rarely praised any of them.
With no one walking down the path by the booth, Savah took a moment to arch her back in a luxurious stretch. It seemed as though everyone who stopped wanted to see a piece of material that was near the bottom of the pile.
As she turned back to check on her wares, Savah realized she was hungry. She twisted this way and that, hoping to catch sight of her missing brothers. Surely they had eaten by now and would be back soon. Scanning to catch sight of either of her brothers, she looked longingly at the other stalls.It was so unfair!She was finally away from the farm, but now tied to one place again. She stamped her foot irritably. Her brothers were impossible and trying to reason with them was hopeless.It was fun selling her work, but staying in one place with everything happening around her was becoming frustrating.
Wandering aimlessly, munching on his roll, Bazir saw her and came to a full stop. He whistled softly, “What a beauty!” Smiling,he muttered, “That Kalishawas certainly correct. There are definitely wonder sin this world that I would miss if were reading. I think I need to meet this wonder.”
He watched as she turned away from him, not noticing he was there. Approaching the stall, he asked, “Do you need some help? You seem to be looking for something?”
Savah spun around to see who spoke, and then stared. She couldn’t have answered even if she could think of the right words. He filled her vision, and the once distracting sights blurred into the background. She drank in his dark gray, laughing eyes and the wolfishly charming grin on his face.
Seemingly amused by her inability to speak, he asked his question again. This time she stammered, “I—I’m waiting for my brothers to return—per—perhaps with my breakfast.”
“Here, please, you can have this roll.” He held up the offering. “I’m almost done with my second one, and you are too pretty to go hungry.”
Savah colored. She knew she shouldn't speak with him and was about to refuse,but her stomach chose that moment to growl. There was no way to hide her hunger. “Thank you,” she squeaked“How much are they?”
“For you—nothing,” he replied, still holding it out to her. Savah took the roll. They both trembled at the contact as their hands touched. The roll fell onto the cloth, and Savah quickly picked it up and began to eat rather than having to say anything else. Her nerves seemed to have dried up all the water in her mouth, so that she started choking as the roll stuck in her throat.throat. Bazir reached across the counter and was pounding her on the back when Nikat came into view.
“Be off with you! Leave my sister alone!”
Bazir quickly whispered to Savah,“Meet me at the fountain as soon as you can,” darting away.
“What was that about?” demanded Nikat.
“Nothing. I was choking.”
“A roll he gave me.”
“Fool! You shouldn’t have taken it. You don’t know who he is or anything about him. Didn’t I tell you not to call attention to yourself?”
“He seemed nice. You were gone a long time.”
“That is not your concern, and you shame yourself—and your family—talking to men like that. You don’t deserve what I brought you.” Breaking a piece of bread from a loaf, he shoved it at her along with a leather bottle filled with ale.
Biting back an angry retort—as she usually did—Savah stuffed the roll in her pocket and quickly finished the dry bread,washing it down with the ale while longing for tea. She groaned as Chotar approached the booth, wondering what would happen when Nikat told him of her behavior. To her surprise, her younger brother said nothing. Noticing that he was standing somewhat unsteadily, she thanked the Goddess he was a bit drunk. She realized Chotar had also been drinking. Not enough for either of them to be mean, but perhaps they would be less careful. Taking a chance, she asked, “May I look around the market?”
“Not by yourself. You will get lost and in trouble. I’ll take you,” Chotar decided.
As they walked off, Savah kept swiveling her head as she tried to see everything. Many more stalls had been set up since they had arrived that morning.Although she was no longer hungry,her mouth watered from the appetizing smells coming from booths selling meat, cheeses, and pastries. She was amazed so much was for sale—leather, honey, chickens, horses, pots, pans, and dishware.A few places were selling cloth,but Savah saw none was nearly as fine as her own work. She felt her lips turn up in a slight smile of triumph.
Reaching the edge of the market,Savah saw the fountain in the center of Erah’s great square. People were sitting around it, talking and arguing. Peddlers hawked meat on skewers, roasted nuts,and hot potatoes. Savah caught the eye of the boy who gave her the roll. She blushed when he winked at her and quickly looked away, checking to see if her brother noticed, but he was ogling a woman who stood by the entrance to a noisy shop wearing a red top that barely covered her breasts. The smell of stale wine and ale came from its dimly lit doorway. The woman slowly crooked her finger at Chotar. He hesitated a moment then nodded and hissed at Savah. “Sit by the fountain and wait. Don’t go anywhere.Don’t talk to anyone. That’s simple enough for you to understand. I’ll be back and you had better be here.”
Wordlessly, she followed his instructions. As soon as he disappeared through the doorway with the woman in red following behind, Bazir sat down next to Savah.
“I am glad you were able to come. I have not seen you at the market before.What is your name?”
Uncertain, Savah remained silent, but couldn't resist looking into those dancing eyes that seemed to want to swallow her up.
He smiled as a blush spread over her cheeks.“It’s all right to be shy. I’ll go first and then maybe it will be easier for you to talk. My name is Bazir and I live in this town. My father is a printer and bookseller. Did you make the cloth that you were selling?I’ve never seen any more beautiful. They are worthy of you. You are so lovely.” He paused realizing he was rambling and she seemed overwhelmed. “Don’t be frightened, I won’t hurt you. Please, tell me your name.”
Savah smiled uncertainly. Just because he said he wouldn't harm her didn’t mean it was true. Her brothers had cautioned her again and again this morning about being overly friendly. Nikat had been angry when he saw her speaking with … Bazir—that was his name.Perhaps she should exercise caution. But as she looked into those gray eyes, eyes that seemed to see insider her, she decided to take a risk. With a father and brothers who barely spoke, she loved being surrounded by all his words. The day would soon be over and she wanted memories to savor, so she quietly replied, “Savah.”
“Savah. It sounds like warm honey, the same as the color of your hair.” He checked the inn door. “Your brother will be back soon. Zani doesn't take long. I want to see you later when we can have more time. I’ll watch to see when you’re alone. Will that be all right?”
Unable to stop smiling, she nodded.
Catching sight of her brother emerging from the tavern, Bazir turned his back to the doorway and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. Before she recovered,he had slipped away. She gingerly touched her lips to see if they felt any different. How had he been able to walk away? She felt rooted to the ground by what had just happened.
Chotar swaggered toward her, adjusting his trousers and whistling. “You’re a good girl,” he said. “Would you like to buy something pretty before we go back?”
“Oh, yes! Thank you.” Not saying anything else for fear of changing this rare good mood in her brother, Savah kept pace with his long stride, glad she was expected to be silent as her thoughts raced. This was a magical day,but she wouldn’t be able to bear it if she were unable to see Bazir after today. “Bazir,”she murmured softly so Chotar wouldn’t hear. She liked the sound of his name.