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Wolf put his head on his pack-brother's knee, and met his gaze. And told him.

Next morning, Torak was tying his sleeping-sack roll when Dark appeared at the door of the shelter. They exchanged glances, and Torak saw with relief that he didn't have to explain to his friend. "I'll miss you," said Dark.

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Torak tried to smile. "My father used to say that the best thing in life is moving on to the next campsite." He paused. "Of course, that's a Wolf Clan saying, and I'm not Wolf Clan."

"Well. I'm not Raven Clan. They don't seem to mind."

"Do you know that some people are already calling you the White Raven?"

Dark smiled. Recently, he had gained a new assurance. Torak thought it suited him.

"What will you do?" said Dark.

"Oh ... hunt. See parts of the Forest I've never seen before. Be with Wolf and Darkfur and Pebble." He thought for a moment. "I'm tired, Dark. I want to be at peace among trees."

Dark nodded. "Renn says that too much has happened to you; and not enough to me."

Torak looked down at his sleeping-sack and thought, trust Renn to understand. Scowling, he yanked the last knot tight.

"Here," said Dark, holding out his palm. "You haven't got an amulet, so I made you one."

It was a small stone wolf on a thong: beautifully carved in gray slate, its eyes half-closed as it lifted its tiny muzzle to howl. "I've scratched the Forest mark on his belly," said Dark, "and I reddened it with alder blood. That's

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quite important. The red is for fire and the Mountains, and friendship. You should renew it from time to time. The alder blood, I mean."

Torak took the amulet and put it around his neck. "Thanks," he said. "I will."

He found Fin-Kedinn sitting by the river, mending fishing nets. The Raven Leader stopped working and watched him approach. "I wish you didn't have to leave," he said quietly.

"So do I. But my pack-brother reminded me of something. That a wolf cannot be of two packs."

Fin-Kedinn nodded thoughtfully. "You know, when you were small, and your father sought out the ancient one at the clan meet by the Sea, he said to her,
Although my son isn't Wolf Clan, I think he is truly wolf
I finally understand what he meant."

Torak's throat worked. "Fin-Kedinn. I don't--I don't know how to thank you for all you've done."

The Raven Leader frowned. "Don't thank me. Just remember, Torak. Wherever you go, you'll find friends among the clans. And I hope ... I hope someday you'll come back."

"I will. I will see you again. I promise. My foster father."

Fin-Kedinn rose to his feet. His blue eyes glittered as he put his hand on the back of Torak's neck. They touched foreheads. "Good-bye, my son," said the Raven

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Leader. "May your guardian run with you."

Torak left him and walked blindly out of camp.

It was a calm, sunny day in the Willow Grouse Moon, and although spring had not yet come, the Forest was beginning to stir. A woodpecker drummed in the distance. A tough little bullfinch perched in an ash tree, cracking seeds in its bill. A white hare sat on its hind legs to nibble frost-blackened haws.

Torak hadn't gone far when Wolf appeared and trotted beside him. His fur was spangled with snow, and his amber eyes were bright. Torak asked him where the pack-sister was, and Wolf led him halfway up the side of the valley.

Renn sat on a rock in a patch of sun, restringing her bow. Darkfur lay beside her, running her jaws over a bramble branch to clean them, while Rip and Rek perched in a tree, throwing pinecones at Pebble.

Darkfur and the cub came bounding over to greet them. Renn didn't even turn her head. Her hood was thrown back, and her red hair flamed. Torak paused to fix the image in his memory.

"I came to say good-bye," he said at last.

She glanced at him, then went back to her bow. "To whom?"

"Renn. I can't stay. And you can't leave."

"And if I could, you'd want to spare me the choice."

He did not reply.

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Renn stood up and faced him, very pale and composed. "It's not your choice to make. It's mine."

Something in the way she said it made his heart skip a beat. "But... you're going to be the Clan Mage."

"No. That will be Dark."

Dark.

"Fin-Kedinn saw it before anyone," said Renn with a break in her voice. "That's why he got Durrain to stay. Not for me, but for Dark. She says he has amazing skill. And he wants it, he really does." Two spots of color had appeared on her cheeks. "Fin-Kedinn saw it all. He ..." She swallowed. "He gave me the choice."

It was then that Torak saw the rest of her gear piled behind the rock.

"Torak," Renn said sternly. "You've tried to leave me behind before. This is
the last time.
Do you want me to come with you or not?"

Torak tried to speak, but he couldn't. He nodded.

"Say it," commanded Renn.

"... Yes. Yes I want you to come with me."

She began to smile.

"Yes!"
he shouted, lifting her in his arms and swinging her around so that her red hair flew, while the ravens burst into the air in a flurry of wings, and the wolves lashed their tails and howled.

Down in the valley, Fin-Kedinn heard them, rose to his feet, and raised his staff in farewell.

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Torak and Renn jumped onto the rock so that Fin-Kedinn could see them, and waved their bows above their heads.

Then they grabbed Renn's gear and headed off into the morning, with the wolves trotting behind them, and the ravens sky-dancing overhead.

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The
Chronicles of Ancient Darkness
tell of Torak's adventures in the Forest and beyond, and of his quest to vanquish the Soul-Eaters. Wolf Brother is the first book, Spirit Walker the second, Soul Eater the third, Outcast the fourth, and Oath Breaker the fifth. Ghost Hunter is the sixth and final book.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Torak's world is the world of six thousand years ago: after the Ice Age, but before the spread of farming to his part of northwest Europe, when the land was one vast Forest.

The people of Torak's world looked pretty much like you or me, but their way of life was very different. They didn't have writing, metals, or the wheel, but they didn't need them. They were superb survivors. They knew all about the animals, trees, plants, and rocks around them. When they wanted something, they knew where to find it, or how to make it.

They lived in small clans, and many of them moved a lot: some staying in camp for just a few days, like the Wolf Clan; others staying for a whole moon or a season, like the Raven and Boar Clans; while others stayed put all year round, like the Seal Clan. Thus some of the clans have moved since the events in
Oath Breaker,
as you'll see from the slightly amended map.

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When I was researching
Ghost Hunter,
I visited Finnish Lapland in midwinter. There, in the Urkho Kekkonen National Park (part of the Saariselkä Wilderness), I snowshoed for miles, following the trail of an elk, and watched reindeer happily pawing the snow off lichen in temperatures of zero degrees Fahrenheit.

I also spent time in the Dovrefjell highlands in Norway, where, on many solo hikes, I got the feel of the fells, and experienced that strange, haunting feeling of being alone in the mountains. On many occasions I observed musk oxen, which resemble extremely shaggy bison, but are in fact related to sheep. I gathered scraps of their incredibly warm wool, which they'd left behind snagged on branches; and I often had to alter the course of my hikes when a herd of musk oxen blocked my path. I also climbed the slopes of Mount Snøhetta (7,500 feet). Its sudden fogs, eerie crags, and treacherous boulder field gave me much inspiration for the Mountain of Ghosts.

Finally, I have, of course, kept up my friendship with the wolves of the UK Wolf Conservation Trust, who continue to inspire me. It's been a privilege to spend time with wolves whom I first knew as cubs, and who are now happy, healthy, boisterous young adults, thanks to their devoted carers.

I'd like to thank everyone at the UK Wolf Conservation Trust for letting me befriend the wolves; Mr. Derrick

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Coyle, the (now retired) Yeoman Ravenmaster of the Tower of London, whose extensive knowledge and experience of the ravens there has been a continual inspiration; the friendly and helpful people of the district of Ivalo in Finland; Ellen and Knut Nyhus of the Kongsvold Fjeldstue, Dovrefjell, particularly for getting me across the army firing range to the foot of Snøhetta, thus enabling me to climb it (almost) to the top.

I want to thank everyone at my publishers, the Orion Publishing Group, for their wholehearted support of these books right from the start. I'm also extremely grateful to Geoff Taylor for creating the gorgeous chapter illustrations and evocative endpaper maps.

As always, my thanks go to my agent, Peter Cox, for encouraging the idea from the very beginning, and for supporting it so tirelessly and skillfully throughout.

Lastly, my special thanks to Fiona Kennedy, who has encouraged me in the writing of these books with such boundless imagination, talent, patience, commitment, and understanding. I could not ask for a better publisher and editor. ,

Michelle Paver

2009

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Find out more about the

Chronicles of Ancient Darkness
at www.chroniclesofancientdarkness.com.

Explore Torak's world, read excerpts from the book, and take the Clan Quiz.

Visit Michelle Paver's website at www.michellepaver.com and meet other readers of
Ghost Hunter
at the official worldwide fan site, www.torak.info.

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MICHELLE PAVER
was born in central Africa but went to England as a child. After earning a degree in biochemistry from Oxford University, she became a partner in a London law firm but eventually gave that up to write full-time.

The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness series came from Michelle's lifelong passion for animals, anthropology, and the distant past--as well as an encounter with a large bear in a remote valley in Southern California. To research the books, Michelle has traveled to Finland, Greenland, Sweden, Norway, Arctic Canada, Poland, and the Carpathian Mountains. She has slept on reindeer skins, swum with wild killer whales, and gotten nose to nose with polar bears--and, of course, wolves. The books have been made into widely acclaimed audiobooks, read by Ian McKellen.