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A Soldier's Journey

Author: Paul W. Feenstra is a historical fiction novelist. Meticulously researched and detailed, his character driven novels create a dramatic window into our chronicled and complex past. Born in Wellington, New Zealand, in 1959, to Dutch immigrants, Paul still commutes to Los Angeles, California, where he worked as a multiple ‘Emmy’ nominated entertainment industry professional. Believing God speaks to him through the archangel Gabriel, and anointed with powers, Te Ua unites his people through a common cause. He is determined to drive the imperial oppressors from Maori land and return New Zealand to the righteous. In early 1860’s New Zealand, the beautiful region of Taranaki is engulfed in a brutal land war. Continuing with its unpopular policy, the New Zealand government, bolstered by British soldiers, seeks punitive and severe action against rebel Maori who openly resist the Government’s determined effort to confiscate their lands. With regular army forces ill equipped to fight in the wilderness, the specialist highly trained ‘Forest Rangers’ are tasked to pursue rebel Maori deep into the rugged bush clad hills. The Rangers newest recruit, Moana (Ira) Rangitira, a veteran of the Crimean war, shows remarkable and unusual skills, Maori fear and call him, ‘The ghost who walks’. Ira faces challenges that test his will to survive, and can he protect what is closest to his heart, or has everything been destroyed? ‘The Breath of God’ is the first novel in the Moana Rangitira adventure series.

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Chapter 34

Andrew and Eleanor decided to attend the meeting at Barrett"s hotel and then, as arranged, recount to Ngaiti the subject matter and context of what had been discussed. The three sat at the kitchen table assessing what Revans had been so eager to share.

"That man, the author of that book-" began Eleanor.

"The New Zealand Company Secretary?" asked Andrew.

"His name is John Ward," answered Ngaiti.

"Yes, him. He must have had a torrid experience when he came to New Zealand, to write such terrible things..."

"He has never been to New Zealand, Miss Ellie," interjected Ngaiti quietly.

"That makes it worse and it sickens me, and now I really do feel ill," said Eleanor.

"You know of this book?" asked Andrew.

"Yes, I have read it, he even writes of me in it, but he offered me a discourtesy by misspelling my name."

Eleanor looked at Ngaiti, "Why did you not tell us of this book and the philosophy of the Company, Ngaiti?"