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"Hunting by Stars" by Cherie Dimaline, Chapters 18–22

September 20, 2022
After a plague of dreamlessness spreads across North America, seventeen-year-old Frenchie is captured so the Canadian government can harvest his bone marrow as a cure. Frenchie must find a way to escape and reunite with his found family.

Here are links to our lists for the novel: Chapters 1–9, Chapters 10–17, Chapters 18–22, Chapters 23–29, Chapter 30–Epilogue/Prologue

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trill
By the time they’d finished their glasses of bitter mash and listened to a few of the women trill a thin backup to his version of a welcome song, Rose knew that the Chief ran his house with an iron fist hidden in a sleazy silk glove.
peruse
When he got up to “ peruse the pantry,” the assembly moved with him.
ascertain
Through a dozen inquiries, Rose was able to ascertain that back on the rez, the Chief had cooperated with the new government until his own safety was compromised, and by then he’d betrayed so many people, sending them out as “volunteers,” that there was no one left who would shield him.
liberal
The Wives were all the women he’d collected since they’d been on the lam, the ones who were too “ liberal” to take part in the marrow consumption but too ingrained in the system to find a different way to survive.
discreet
She had taken a quick and discreet stroll around the living room, looking for weapons and clocking the exits, just in case.
pallid
“It’s okay, Robin. One day you’ll be chosen,” the one known as Wren consoled her, but with an odd smirk on her pallid face.
innocuous
They extended from her skeleton, poking through her flesh as innocuously as birthday candles on a cake—no blood, no pain.
festoon
When this happened, the thread dragged behind her, collecting dry leaves and hollow insect casings so that she sounded like a wedding car festooned with ribbons and cans when she walked.
pensive
It slowed her down, made her unbalanced so that she leaned into her walk, one side tense and pensive, the other slack and excited. It made her uneasy, changed the tone of her thoughts, made her stutter over words and steps.
cherub
She tiptoed past the sleeping Wives, curled into their blankets like doped-up cherubs, their fingers intertwined, their hair loose over arms they used as pillows.
threshold
She tripped across the threshold and stumbled into the hallway.
platonic
It was even creepier because it had recently become very clear that the Chief’s relationships with these women were not platonic.
matron
“Grouse is the matron.” He pointed opposite him to the older woman sitting beside Rose.
jaunt
He had started taking little jaunts around the room, but the infection made him tired and weak.
hackles
“Well, try to stay awake tonight, and let me know what happens. They don’t let me in here, so my hackles are up.”
mull
Rose mulled this over, rubbing the sleep out of her eye.
fawn
Everyone was in a better mood, even Nam, who relaxed on the couch with an old comic about an awkward redheaded boy with two attractive girls inexplicably fawning all over him.
pontificate
“There is nothing forced about this garden. It is exactly as the Creator wants it to be. Who am I to tell him how to grow his gifts?” the Chief cut her off to pontificate.
condescending
Rose hated this kind of man, this kind of overexplaining, condescending man.
goad
She paused by the stone path, angry the Chief had goaded her into popping off, just like a firecracker, but continuing nonetheless.
reedy
Rose visited with Derrick when the Chief pulled out his drum in the living room and asked for volunteers to join in a song, which every Wife jumped at with their reedy voices and exaggerated gestures.
mirth
“No idea. Maybe they just want to touch my sweet abs while I’m under,” he tried to joke, but the reality was too creepy for real mirth.
missive
I wasn’t supposed to know them, but some of those who still had voices had whispered them to me the first few days, missives pushed through the metal delivery slots where I slid in the plastic trays.
flourish
Maybe they weren’t written on paper or signed with a flourish.
platitude
They didn’t need my shallow platitudes.
installment
It was like listening to the most boring story ever told, but like a TV show when you only have one channel, I got used to it and even started to look forward to the installments.
subservient
It was best to remain neutral, if not subservient, at all times when addressing the Watchmen, who were always looking for any excuse.
barrage
As a member of the Council, he tried to help Bullet with what was bound to be a barrage of concerns.
congenial
The Council meeting had been heated, and she wasn’t really in a congenial mood right now.
resolute
His voice wavered between resolute and broken. “We need to do that for other children, for all our relatives who may need us. We need to be strong; we are the stronghold in the north that people are looking for, and we need to move so it stays that way.”
periphery
Miig was finishing up Story, so they waited on the periphery for him to finish before intruding.
malignant
The wasp sting of capitalism was left to grow malignant without proper care. And wasps can keep on stinging once they begin.
desolate
Minutes during which she imagined what might be happening to French, to Derrick, to herself, scenarios that ended with them dried out like corn husk dolls, discarded in different desolate rooms on different stained mattresses.
concubine
It’s not gonna help you and your sick concubines.
pilfer
Rose had asked them to start pilfering things, slow and easy, one at a time, things they would need when they made a break for it.
blasphemous
“Not to be blasphemous, but we barely scrape by now.”
supplication
The Chief dropped blood into Owl’s mouth, and she swooned in supplication, the back of her head lightly touching the floor before she pulled herself back up.
garb
Each one slept in their white garb, so still they turned to shrouds.
revulsion
Nam kept their eyes wide open and bore the revulsion of his touch by emptying everything of value from their mind, from their skin, leaving nothing for him to reach, not like before.
pomp
Some gurgling, a gasp or two, the cacophony of a blind stumble into chamber pots around midnight, but all in all, it was without the pomp of the usual household ceremony.

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