Another 5-Star Review for “Within the Sacred Circle”

Once again a reader has found value in something I’ve written.  These stories appear, somewhat scattered, throughout the first two books of my series, Where the Horses Run.  The prequel, Realms of the Earth, also includes a story, but that book is not yet published and I’m having second thoughts about completing it, or book III of the series due to lack of interest.  If this book stimulates interests I will reconsider, though both will be hard work to complete.

This collection of the “Indian” stories was published separately at the suggestion of a friend who thought they were so good they deserved a separate book.  Its good to know others are finally taking the chance of reading and finding it worthy.  I appreciate all my readers and reviewers.  Check on picture for the Amazon connection.Within_the_Sacred_Ci_Cover_for_Kindle

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Walk into the Sacred Circle, August 24, 2014
By Jada Ryker “Author of the ‘Takes a Dare’ Series”
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This review is from: Within the Sacred Circle: A Native American Connection (From Where the Horses Run Series) (Kindle Edition)
Within the Sacred Circle: A Native American Connection, part of the From Where the Horses Run series, is a beautifully written collection of stories. The stories are taken from the series in which they first appeared. The collection includes ten stories, each noteworthy in its own way.

My personal favorite was All My Relations. Silent Elk is a Watcher. He possesses many powers.

“His heart truly ached as he used up his energy to change from anger to sadness, then back to anger again. He didn’t like this pain and confusion of mourning. He’d yelled it from the Watch Crest in the depths of a blizzard when he felt it with the loss of his Whispering Wind. Now he’d have to yell it to the Old Standing Ones and the stonewall circle with its intersecting blade wall to find relief. Or maybe he would climb the steps to the Watch Nest and yell it from there. His heart ached so deeply the tears he held back around his kin were now let loose, flowing with his great sobs choking him. He pushed himself on struggling to carry this heavy weight now landing on his shoulders.”

For me, the story was about righting wrongs. Silent Elk moved heaven and earth in his determination to fix what he had broken. It’s about personal accountability and not blaming others for our mistakes. On another level, it’s about love and friendship.

With beautiful and meaningful words and phrases, Judith Victoria Douglas crafts each story. The themes and meanings are likely a product of each reader’s experiences and thoughts.

Ms. Douglas’ author profile is interesting. If you like her stories, you’ll enjoy learning more about her.



First Review of 5 Stars for “Within the Sacred Circle”

Within_the_Sacred_Ci_Cover_for_KindleIt’s always nice to get 5 stars and know that someone enjoyed reading what I wrote.  Here is Kim’s review.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Separate but interwoven, August 18, 2014
By Kim Murphy – See all my reviews
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This review is from: Within the Sacred Circle: A Native American Connection (From Where the Horses Run Series) (Kindle Edition)
Within the Sacred Circle is a collection of ten short stories of a historical Lakhota tribe. Written in Native American style, the stories are presented in chronological order as they happened during the time period. I especially enjoyed the story of Whispering Wind. Unlike the rest of the stories, Whispering Wind was told in first person and from a child’s point of view. Whispering Wind was born during a very cold winter with her mother dying in childbirth. Ghost Horse adopts her and names her. During a similar winter, a boy, Silent Elk promises to protect Whispering Wind, and she believes him. The story continues into the afterlife.

To Catch a Pony continues with Silent Elk’s story. He grieves at the loss of Whispering Wind and builds a medicine circle. Looking for a particular mare by the name of White Dove, he waits for horses. She comes from “a hidden time and place.” The story tells how he finds White Dove.

All of the stories are separate but interwoven. I enjoyed that aspect and highly recommend Within the Sacred Circle to anyone who has an interest in the Lakhota.


This is the Amazon write up on the publication (note by author: Realms of the Earth is yet unpublished):

If a hidden tribe did exist separate from the Lakhota nation, in order to keep their sacred stories and way of life when the great scourge came to destroy them, and with full knowledge of the timeless valley never found, they may have lived as the Sni Taniya. And they might have known the Ancients of their Ancestors and expected the guardians of that valley to still exist. Into that world a great mystery crept. The occurrences began in a small area of east Texas, but its roots were in the Black Hills of South Dakota, the sacred heartbeat of Native American Indian tradition. And the guardians are still watching.
Taken from the pages of the series “Where the Horses Run” ~ “Book I Mass Extinction”, “Book II Sacred Hills”, “Book III Ciphers” and “Realms of the Earth” (prequel) ~ are ten short stories. Together they tell about a historical tribe of Lakhota beginning over three hundred years ago. Each is a story unto itself, but as a whole, they read like chapters in this novella. Presented in chronological order as they happened during the time period they occurred, not as presented in the novels. Most are embellished to round out the stories.
He watched the distant bird figure glide into the sun’s glare from this blade tip as a rush of power caught inside of him.
It pulled his sense of self up and up so fast where, for the briefest instant, he glanced downward as the hawk called to the warrior below.
The power grabbed him again trapping his breath as the rush pulled downward putting him instantly back into himself.
He faltered in his step with no strength left, sinking slightly off balance onto a knee.
“Augh,” escaped him with his breath as he fell forward stopping complete collapse with the palm of his hand, rupturing already injured flesh on the small jagged stones.
Leaning dizzily he closed his eyes putting his other hand on his forehead resting its weight on his elbows in the gravel. He blinked staring at the ground until the vertigo subsided.