The Opening Chapters of “PUG SHERIDAN”

by Sandra Cline


Dance of the Spirit is pleased to make the first six chapters of my novel "Pug Sheridan" available to DOTS readers, free of charge.

Editorial reviews for this book have been kind. Here are a few excerpts:

Madison, Wisconsin Capital Times : "... The book's believability kept me reading late into the night. The human element rings true, as does the mystical ... The literary world [has been] graced with a timeless new heroine ... Whether Pug is someday enshrined with the likes of Louisa May Alcott's Jo March remains to be seen." : " ... The characters are compelling, believable, and sympathetic. It's a story that you can't put out of your mind. The well thought out plot takes many surprising twists in a very emotional story ... the first one in a very long time that had me laughing and weeping by turns ... Sandra Cline is a first class storyteller, and she has certainly found her niche in this wonderful story." "A completely engrossing, deftly written, character-centric coming-of-age novel ... this is a story about growing up, yes, but more than that, herein readers are treated to hefty themes of friendship, racism, and loss — and love as well. Most of all, though, this is a tale about courage. Cline keeps the pace brisk, and the pages turning, drawing readers in with a strong female lead who never fails to engage ... Pug Sheridan is a signpost and lighted beacon both, burning ever more brightly than the nighttime sky's most dominant star."

When I decided to write a story about the indestructible soul of female friendship, I found that my formative years (growing up in Alabama) had forged an undeniable truth, one I found lodged within my heart ... that EVERYONE, without exception, is tied to the land and to each other, across the world and beyond. I feel blessed and honored to be able to share this material with you, a piece of my heart to yours. I hope you enjoy what you find here!
Namaste, SC (Executive Editor for DOTS)

Chapter 2

Sunday, March 28th, 2010
A warm Sunday in late summer found me tolerably mended, standing by my window at daybreak. My room appeared different in the glimmer. Everyday items glowed with mystical hues from the first tinge of dawn. My oak bed looked huge, its four posts casting enormous shadows. A canopy top held draw curtains, partially opened, tempting me to return. The mattress was so high from the floor, I had to use a stool to climb in. ... Read More...

Chapter 1

Sunday, March 28th, 2010
It's better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you're not, so the old saying goes. I hope that old proverb is true because I have blood on my hands. I'm a marked woman. The man I shot had friends whose minds and hearts remain as closed as his once was. It has become my habit to listen for footsteps behind me in the dark. This is the story of how ... Read More...