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"Hunting by Stars" by Cherie Dimaline, Chapter 30–Epilogue/Prologue

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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pallet
She even built a small fort back there out of old wood pallets steadied against the gnarled trunk of an apple tree.
gnarled
She even built a small fort back there out of old wood pallets steadied against the gnarled trunk of an apple tree.
imminent
“Rose, they had to leave. We got word that Wab was in imminent danger, so they—”
buoyant
Everyone was buoyant—everyone except Miig and me.
jurisdiction
I wouldn’t relax until we were over the border and under new jurisdiction.
profound
But it didn’t take depth to build cruelty, only a profound lack of hope.
intoxicating
Lying still, I listened to the grind and squeal of the metal against wood with an intoxicating mix of fear and relief.
ruse
I could spot his ruse clear as day—the sock was clean, no holes. The school officials really should’ve taken those details into consideration. A traveler with clean socks was unheard of.
trundle
I used all these minutes to imagine what Rose was doing right now as we trundled over the land along unending tracks in boxes stacked under more boxes.
viable
There’s a viable cure right there in our faces, and we’re just going to ignore it and keep lining up at the dispensary for her ridiculous potions?
dispensary
There’s a viable cure right there in our faces, and we’re just going to ignore it and keep lining up at the dispensary for her ridiculous potions?
innovation
Do you really want your child growing up in a world without art? Without literature? Without innovation? Because that’s where we’re headed. People can’t dream anything but these manufactured dreams, and the whole progress bus takes a detour to Broken Town.
settee
She had been sitting on the settee by the window, where the best light poured in this time of day.
emboss
Adelaide hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but there it was, hanging in the room, floating above their heads inside the embossed wallpapered walls.
cajole
The route is not often used, and I had Frank take care of the stationmaster already. Turned out he hadn’t been paid in over a month so it didn’t take too much cajoling.
senility
Frank was getting odd lately, and she was worried about the possible side effects of the dream meds. It was either that or senility.
chignon
She patted her lacquered chignon.
overture
She raised her hands like a conductor in front of an orchestra, and the group responded like a well-timed overture.
mince
She didn’t mince words. She never did. Mincing was for President Purdue and that wimp Veronica. They could mince all they wanted. Adelaide was ready to take what was hers.
dispensation
No, they were offering special dispensation for an informant to relocate to Canada with their immediate family.
crass
“So much meat!"
“Shirley-Rachel, don’t be crass,” the woman replied, her shiny bob (no grey here) bouncing at her shoulders.
hokey
“Well, you’ll just have to take my word for it. But you know old Indians can’t lie,” Miig replied, clearly betting on the fact that mainstreamers were vastly undereducated about Native people, that they relied on hokey stereotypes and romantic tropes.
trope
“Well, you’ll just have to take my word for it. But you know old Indians can’t lie,” Miig replied, clearly betting on the fact that mainstreamers were vastly undereducated about Native people, that they relied on hokey stereotypes and romantic tropes.
wherewithal
The group had been detained by some gang of roving women, one without the wherewithal to know what the hell they were dealing with.
apt
She had reached out to the people holding her property—better to negotiate a peaceful return herself than risk any involvement with the U.S. government. They were apt to offer the runaways political asylum, and then none of them would end up getting what they wanted.
loll
Her head lolled to the side and rested on her shoulder.
permutation
We’d been through sixty-two permutations of the combo by then.
chastise
“Dammit, Miig, you popped a stitch,” Rania chastised him, opening the cookie tin sewing kit to repair her work.
fray
Rania opened the blades and used them like a saw, furiously running them up and down her ropes. After a minute, the rope began to fray.
din
“Wab, we got this, you hear me?” I shouted over the din of everyone talking and shouting encouragement at once.
brandish
I unlocked Miig first, and he moved like a man without a wound, tackling an older woman in an oversize cat sweater who was brandishing a knife.
autonomy
“I would have so much taken from me—my name, my identity, my autonomy—before they even exposed the first bone.”
jaunty
The truck screeched to a stop, turning at the last minute so the lights illuminated the side of the house, its neat trim and clean windows with jaunty drapes way creepier than any abandoned building I’d seen.
gait
He slowed down to match my gait.
lattice
I felt that knowledge in my spine, the understanding of it mapping out the contours of the very lattice that let me walk straight.
riotous
She stood and walked into the thick of the field, so riotous she could hear it working pulpy braids into the abandoned agriculture.
fester
What she could do was fight, so she did that instead. Punching second cousins when they teased her for her curly hair. Putting townies in headlocks when they called her names she didn’t understand but knew were poison by the way they festered under her dark skin.
regalia
Rose wanted to be a Jingle Dress dancer, but she never asked for regalia. By the time she was five, those dresses existed only in stories.
plume
Eagle plumes fastened to the backs of their heads, small purses with tobacco offered in return for prayers, hundreds of silver cones hanging from bias tape tabs around bright material, Jingle Dress dancers were the healers.
powwow
She had never been to a powwow, had never seen a real Jingle Dress, but she knew the pattern by heart.

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