There are too many stories about Indigenous women who go missing or are murdered, and it doesn’t seem as though official sources such as government, police or the courts respond in a way that works toward finding justice or even solutions. At least that is the way Wren StrongEagle sees it. Wren is devastated when her twin sister, Raven, mysteriously disappears after the two spend an evening visiting at a local pub. When Wren files a missing persons report with the local police, she is dismissed and becomes convinced the case will not be properly investigated. As she follows media reports, Wren realizes that the same heartbreak she’s feeling is the same for too many families, indeed for whole Nations. Something within Wren snaps and she decides to take justice into her own hands. She soon disappears into a darkness, struggling to come to terms with the type of justice she delivers. Throughout her choices, and every step along the way, Wren feels as though she is being guided. But, by what?
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Carol Rose GoldenEagle. Bone Black
Bone Black
Bones
Arrival
Wren
Shadows Past
Reconciling the Past
The Kiln
Raven Arrives
In the Scrapbooks of Memory
The Still of the Night
Dawn of Dread
The Red Cravat
Displacement
The Day After
Wild West
Empty Chairs and Empty Tables
Facing Truths
White Winter
Advice From a Friend
Love Lift Me Up
Driving Home
Elements
God’s Will
Fairies
Ashes
The Lake Holds Secrets
Memento Mori
Forgiven But Not Forgotten
A Wound That Needs Reopening
Leave Me Alone
Inhale, Expel, To Hell
Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
Thou Shalt Not Covet
Into the Confessional
Turning Point
There Are No Quiet Moments
Healing the Heart
No News Is Good News
If I Ever
Breathing New Life
Happy Wife, Happy Life
Unveiling New Works
Public Admission
Scoundrels
Anomie
Amid Frenzy and Condemnation
Assurance
Redemption
No More Secrets
Ponderance and Superstition
Banish Thee
Spring Melt
Notes & Acknowledgements
About the Author
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Bone Black
A wonderful auntie (even though she may not like to hear that, which makes me laugh out loud). Such a dear friend and soul sister. Love you so much—Namaste
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Wren couldn’t stop smiling. This time tomorrow, she’ll be slowly stewing up some wild cranberries. She’d had them shipped, by air, from Robertson’s Trading Post in La Ronge. Nothing like wild cranberries to excite the taste buds. And they only grow in the north. The first time she’d tasted them was a couple of years ago when she travelled up there to facilitate a pottery workshop. The flavour has stayed with her since. Along with the turkey and wild cranberries, Wren knows that her sister will prepare her world-famous potato salad. Sharing recipes and blending flavours—it’s what they’ve always done, adding up to everything in the world being right, just because they are together.
“I wonder if I should tell her the news?” Wren mutters to herself as she comes to a stop at the red light at the corner of Albert Street and 9th Avenue North, on her way out of the City of Regina toward her home in the Qu’Appelle Valley.
