I absolutely adored this book as a child. It brought to life historic scenes of Aotearoa in the way that dry school lessons never could, creating a vibrant and terrifying and deeply spiritual world that one can’t help to feel personally connected to. It is a book that has stayed with me for many years, and I always hoped to find a copy - which I was lucky enough to do so recently in a second-hand book store.
A little ham-fisted in its treatment of Māori in a social context for this day and age - David’s mother’s suspicion of Māori people, use of English plural (“Maoris”), and non-use of macrons - but progressive for the time in which it was written, I guess?
Anyway, this is still a fantastic novel that I would highly recommend to all kiwi youngsters, and I loved it every bit as much as I did 20 years ago.