This year has been such a successful one. I have had such great tours in both the South and North Islands this year, that I am already planning next year’s events following requests for even more talks.  

Some of the people I have met, and many I have not, have been requesting books by mail, and so I have decided to offer a 25% discount Holiday Special for the complete trilogy- ​​Walking on Ice, Nesting on the Nushagak and Dancing on the Tundra. 

​If you would like to purchase a set as a special gift for the holiday season- specially signed by yours truly, do get your orders in quickly. Click this link. I am offering free postage within New Zealand, but it is the time of year when there can be mail delays.
If you live outside New Zealand, and would like to participate in this special, please contact me for postage costs.

It has been a huge year for me in many ways, and I would like to send out a special thank you to all the librarians and groups I have visited this year. To my many readers (and listeners), you have made this journey truly memorable in so many unexpected ways: for your avid attention, absorbing conversations and emails, thank you!

​I am intending to record Nesting on the Nushagak next, and fingers crossed Max the Fresh FM production man will be available again. His brilliance in getting the recording to such a high standard and with such a serene manner is worthy of bottling and marketing.
 
Unlike Walking on Ice, Nesting on the Nushagak does not move back and forth in time, as the entire story is based on my day-to-day experiences of living and working in a small fishing village on the ‘famous salmon fishing river ', the Nushagak.

​In the audiobook Walking on Ice, I decided to use New Zealand native birdsong for the introduction of the NZ chapters, and wolves howling for the Alaskan chapters.
 
Nesting on the Nushagak will only need a pack of wolves. Lets hope they’re ready to start howling again… that haunting sound always takes me straight back to the little village of New Stuyahok that squats by the Nushagak. It takes me deep into the long chilled nights there, nights punctuated by the mournful howling of those timber wolves.