Firekeeper's Daughter

by Angeline Boulley

When someone dies, everything about them becomes past tense. Except for the grief.

“You’re fluent when you dream in the language.”

I am so sorry for pushing my grief away to make space for the anger.

It’s okay to listen to what people say and only hold on to the parts that resonate with you.

I set out to write Firekeeper’s Daughter because there are simply too few stories told by and about Native Americans, especially from a contemporary point of view.