It is 1996 when a helicopter carrying a geological survey team is forced to land in the Amazon rain forest. There, they soon discover the only remnants of an indigenous tribe hidden for thousands of years: an elderly shaman, two boys, a girl, and an infant named Suyape. Medical tests run on the five Ipanao survivors indicate one troubling fact—something is not right with their DNA.
Years later, seventeen-year-old Suyape Goncalves is back in hiding once again. Adopted in the United States by two anthropologists when she was a baby, Suyape has now begun to remember things that happened to her people from a time when ice covered the land, when the Ipanao fled the Great Plains, and when the people of the New World scattered across the globe. Now, as she attempts to conceal herself from scientists intent on exploiting her mysterious differences and from hunters determined to kill her, Suyape reunites with her lost kin in the Amazon and is soon embroiled in a challenge she could never have imagined.
The Hunted shares the compelling story of a young woman who discovers that the mysteries she remembers may be all that lies between her and extinction of the earth.
Suyape did. But it was a timid glance at first, as though, like Chicken Little, she thought the sky might fall on her at any moment. She was not a big astronomy buff. The constellations when observed away from the spoiling lights of the city made her dizzy. So many stars. So many souls looking to find their way back home. Each one a memory or a being filled with memories. That’s what the Ipanao believed.
Suyape felt another shiver pass through her body. She did not like the sensation and looked away from the nebula, a lovely circle of ionized gas created by the death of some interstellar red giant.
“I think we come from up there,” she said.
“What?” She had spoken so softly, Brian hadn’t quite heard her.
“In that area of the sky. The hunters.”
“Orion’s the hunter,” Brian said.
“No, I mean… oh, I don’t know what I mean. It’s just…. Suddenly I felt…”
Suyape stumbled backwards. If Brian hadn’t grabbed on to her arm, in fact, she might have fallen down through the trap door into her attic room.
“Suyape! You’re burning up. Are you all right?”
Brian gobbled her up in his arms again. Suyape felt like she was going to vomit. What had begun as a mild discomfort suddenly ratcheted to shear agony. A full blown migraine was on its way, and she cried out in pain, “Something is wrong! Something is very wrong! My dad! My dad! I think he’s dead!”
Peter Clenott is a graduate of Bowdoin College and hails from Portland, Maine. He is the author of the archaeological adventure Hunting the King and currently has three children and lives in Haverhill.