I was blown away by this book when I first read it long ago as a pre-teen. I’ve read it multiple times, though it’s been decades since the last re-read (until now). Of course the surprises no longer leap out at me, but the story is very much still engaging, I loved revisiting all the details, and I grasped much better than my younger self, the parts that took place in historical Egypt. Warning: I love this book so much I want to say a lot about it, so there’s gonna be SPOILERS, though I’ll try not to give everything away. It’s about a race of sentient cheetahs, that live in a far-distant future when humans have abandoned Earth. The planet is not in great shape- the cheetahs struggle to survive harsh conditions, with rapidly diminishing plant life and scant prey to make their living from. Kichebo is a young cheetah born into difficult circumstances, to say the least. Her mother dies in an accident when she’s very young, and her aunts begrudgingly raise the orphaned cub (cheetah culture frowns on this, she was supposed to be left to die). They're first appalled, then frustrated when she starts to mature. Her adult fur coat grows in completely black, with gold tear lines and tail tip. This anomaly is a serious threat to her survival- it’s nearly impossible to hunt, when she is so visible against the pale desert scenery. She learns to manage by using ambush techniques, or sticking to crepuscular times, but longs to run freely out in the open, to be the way a cheetah is supposed to be.

So there’s all that- this daily struggle to survive, this one cheetah in particular dealing with trying to accept her differences and find a way to fit in. I would have been totally satisfied to read an entire novel just about that. The cheetahs are so alive, their personalities very distinct, their catlike mannerisms, customs and expressions reminding you strongly that these are not anthropomorphized characters, even though they talk to each other. But then! Strange alien flying craft start to appear, and it becomes obvious they’re tracking the cheetahs, focusing on Kichebo in particular. Which makes things even harder for her. Things happen, and she ends up fleeing to live on her own. One day she finds an alien craft crashed in the desert, on fire. There’s a naked apelike creature trapped in the wreckage- she drags it free intending to eat it, but then doesn’t. For some strange reason she is reluctant to kill the creature, ends up letting it follow her, then eventually adopts it in a manner of speaking. It is a humanoid, somewhere in the toddler age range. The relationship that slowly develops between the lonely outcast cheetah and this little defenseless human is so believable and tender- and not without its amusing moments either. I loved the details about how Kichebo tries to communicate with the creature she ends up calling Menk, tries to teach it to speak– but finds its lack of ability to use expressive gestures, having no tail or whiskers- such a handicap that she can only get the most basic messages across. Imagine! A story in which animals pity humans for the limitations of using just verbal sounds to communicate. This story got better and better.

There’s more. Kichebo, Menk and another elderly cheetah they meet, take up residence in a place no other cheetahs are interested in, because it’s near an ancient human ruin. Odd things happen when Kichebo walks among the massive crumbled buildings. She’s taken by fits (that sound like epilepsy) and makes a mental connection to another black cheetah who lived far, far in the past- in ancient Egypt during the time of Tutankhamen. So now there’s another parallel storyline, about this other black cheetah who lived among royalty, with details on how the Egyptians kept cheetahs in captivity, trained them to course prey, some of their customs of worship, court intrigue surrounding the young King Tut, and much much more. (I admit when I was a kid a lot of this part went over my head, even though I found it fascinating). For her part, Kichebo is at first terrified by this telepathic time-travel with a long-extinct conspecific, then she becomes eager to learn more about herself, from the only other black cheetah she’s ever encountered. Is he real, though? Her elderly companion gently suggests that maybe Kichebo made the whole thing up, that heatstroke and her strange fits are giving her delusions.

So they travel past the ruins to a site Kichebo had learned about from her friend in the past, just to prove to herself that he really did exist. She finds far more than she expected to. Long ago this ending section of the book felt rushed and confused to me, I didn’t quite grasp all the implications. But this time around it was pretty clear. Kichebo the rare black cheetah, at last gets the answers she’s sought her whole life- why she looks so different from all the others, why she felt compelled to keep Menk as a companion instead of eat her as prey, even about some abilities she wasn’t aware she had, and where her future might lead her.

If only there was a sequel or companion novel to this book! I’d snap it up in a heartbeat. Done writing now, before I tell all the things I’ve skipped over here. Have to leave something for other readers to discover- if you can find a copy of this novel count yourself very fortunate. ( )

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I love history and I love animal fantasy, and this book melds both between its pages.

The author Clare Bell does a fantastic job bringing to life these cheetahs. She walks a lovely and interesting line between over anthropomorphization to the point of the characters feeling like humans in cheetah suits and leaving the cats to alien to understand. The reader knows and is reminded in their actions and thoughts they aren’t human.

The books are primarily written toward younger readers, but anyone of any age can enjoy this book. it’s a lovely animal fiction work along with being a nice fictionalization story of ancient Egypt. ( )

An interesting futuristic tale of what happens to the animals after people leave. ( )