Sometimes you just sweep things under the carpet and hope they go away. Is this what happened to the people who Columbus found among the islands of the Caribbean and along the northern coastline of South America? They and their part in history have been lost to us, our attention diverted by the greater drama and excitement of the Spanish ships bravely forging west in their search for the Orient and its spices. What the Spanish found - this piece of paradise inhabited by the descendants of the Arawaks - became the most hotly-contested place on earth - a New World - whose peoples were annihilated in less than half a century by the newcomers who enslaved and murdered them in the most overt, callous search for gold, silver and pearls that has ever graced the pages of history under the guise of exploration. For those who care to remember the people who met Columbus - almost naked, their bodies dyed against the sun with the juice of annatto and called by him "redskins," for those Caribbean peoples whose eyes turn back now in search of the stabilizing anchors of aboriginal origin, for those who wondered 'Where did they go, those gentle people who welcomed Columbus?' and for those who seek the fantasy of another time and place where one heart succumbs to the call of another and where love blossoms most vigorously under the hot sun of the tropics - for you there is Islands of the Pearls, Tribe of the Jaguar Book 3. It continues the story of Anani of the Jaguar, her life and her tribe. May you read and say, 'By my understanding these people are not lost but live again through my knowing.'