White Jaguar 4

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The great saga continues!</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As the clan of the White Jaguar breaks off from the tribe and starts its own independent political existence new complications arise: enter an epidemic native slavers and English interlopers. Survival hangs in the balance.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Plus--some Arawak myths more encounters with the weird nature of the Orinoco jungle and the occasional flash of literary beauty:</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But by the next morning the sadness was gone.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The jungle woke up joyfully with the sound of animals and birds as always astonishing with the splendor of its greenery its irresistible lust for life the sensual madness of birth.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In the first rays of the morning sun I saw large birds flying from shore to shore in the sky not black not predatory. They were the noble </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>ararauna</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> parrots so bright and magnificent in their captivating color that at that moment they seemed to me to be the most beautiful creatures in the world. The sight of them was dazzling and imbued one with belief in the ineffable powers of this wilderness and its unfathomable unexplored indestructible beauty.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Was it a surprise that on such a morning one's heart swelled with joy? Over there up above were those gorgeous birds and down here right beside me was Lasana and Arnak and Vagura and Pedro and all the others all my friends and there was the brisk sound of the oars with which we rowed in unison for the shores of our Imataca.</span></p><p></p><p><strong>Pick up your copy today</strong></p>