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Blood of the Tiger

A Story of Conspiracy, Greed, and the Battle to Save a Magnificent Species

Author: J. A. Mills

Blood of the Tiger takes readers on a wild ride to save one of the world’s rarest animals from a band of Chinese billionaires.
Many people think wild tigers are on the road to recovery, but they are in greater danger than ever—from a menace few experts saw coming.

There may be only three thousand wild tigers left in the entire world. More shocking is the fact that twice that many—some six thousand—have been bred on farms, not for traditional medicine but to supply a luxury-goods industry that secretly sells tiger-bone wine, tiger-skin décor, and exotic cuisine enjoyed by China’s elite.
Two decades ago, international wildlife investigator J. A. Mills went undercover to expose bear farming in China and discovered the plot to turn tigers into nothing more than livestock. Thus begins the story of a personal crusade in which Mills mobilizes international forces to awaken the world to a conspiracy so pervasive that it threatens every last tiger in the wild.
In this memoir of triumph, heartbreak, and geopolitical intrigue, Mills and a host of heroic comrades try to thwart a Chinese cadre’s plan to launch billion-dollar industries banking on the extinction of not just wild tigers but also elephants and rhinos. Her journey takes her across Asia, into the jungles of India and Nepal, to Russia and Africa, traveling by means from elephant back to presidential motorcade, in the company of man-eaters, movie stars, and world leaders. She finds reason for hope in the increasing number of Chinese who do not want the blood of the last wild tigers to stain their beloved culture and motherland.
Set against the backdrop of China’s ascendance to world dominance, Blood of the Tiger tells of a global fight to rein in the forces of greed on behalf of one of the world’s most treasured and endangered animals. 
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“If you love animals, you must buy this book. J. A. Mills exposes the trade in endangered animals with zest, verve, and outrage. A stunning read.”
—J. Maarten Troost, author of Headhunters on My Doorstep and Lost on Planet China

Blood of the Tiger is a heart-pounding read that takes us along on J. A. Mills’s journey through the dark and sometimes dangerous realities of wildlife conservation. Mills is detective, double agent, and guide through a mapless labyrinth of politics, cultural differences, and the economics of greed and poverty. This book is a potent antidote to the despair and helplessness many of us feel observing the race to save tigers and other endangered species—a book that infuses one with renewed passion, determination, and hope.”
—Amy Tan, author of The Joy Luck Club
“By turns thrilling and sobering, Blood of the Tiger is an urgent, heroic book that takes you undercover and behind the scenes of today’s global, multi-billion-dollar illegal wildlife trade. A must-read for conservationists and anyone concerned about the fate of wildlife on this planet.”
—John Vaillant, author of The Tiger: A True Story of Vengeance and Survival
Blood of the Tiger may be the most important book you read this year. It will make your blood boil—but also make your heart sing. J. A. Mills’s courageous and captivating investigation of the trade in tiger body parts reveals some sickening secrets, as well as showcasing fearless, creative heroes. Read this roller coaster of a book and take action for tigers—before it’s too late.”
—Sy Montgomery, author of Spell of the Tiger
“What an extraordinary, must-read book for anyone interested in international wildlife policy! From her seat at the center of it all, J. A. Mills has pulled back the curtain on the global effort to save the tiger and in doing so has given the world a primer for any effort to save the world’s iconic species: tigers, elephants, rhinos, whales, and more. Endangered species need accountability. Blood of the Tiger makes those who got us here accountable.”
—Bryan Christy, director of special investigations at National Geographic and author of The Lizard King
“Personal, engaging, shocking, informative. J. A. Mills exposes the dark secrets of the tiger trade and bares her soul, her passion, and her determination to bring about change. I believe there is still hope for wild tigers. Blood of the Tiger is real and raw, intelligent and compelling, and in the final analysis, a story that must not be ignored.”
—Will Travers, OBE, president of the Born Free Foundation

From Chapter 1, “The Thrall of the Wild”
For fifty-seven years after “the Crown of the Continent” became Montana’s Glacier National Park, there was not a single documented case of a grizzly killing a human. Then, between midnight and dawn on August 13, 1967, two grizzlies killed two nineteen-year-old women at two different backcountry campsites nine mountainous miles apart.
While nestled in for my first-ever overnight in the backcountry, deep within Canada’s side of what is now Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park, I was gripped by the details of that gruesome night, as chronicled by Jack Olson in Night of the Grizzlies. In a small orange tent, inside my blue sleeping bag with a red down jacket rolled under my head, I shined the flashlight in my right hand on the paperback in my left. I joked with my wilderness-savvy boyfriend Larry Slonaker about feeling like we were in that Far Side cartoon in which two bears behind trees peer at three people in sleeping bags and declare, “Sandwiches!”
“Are you sure we won’t become bear sandwiches tonight?” I said, flashing a smile I didn’t feel.
“You’ll be fine,” Larry said, kissing my forehead as if I were a child afraid of ghosts.
I read on.
“You know, I really am worried about becoming a bear sandwich.” Larry didn’t respond. He didn’t hear my fear unfurl because he had floated serenely into his dreams.
What haunted me most about Olson’s account was Julie Helgeson’s cry for her mother, who was hundreds of impossible miles away when a grizzly pulled the slim Minnesota coed from the warmth of her sleeping bag into the chilly blackness below the towering spires of the Continental Divide. And how another grizzly, nine miles across the park’s astonishing vertical contours, dragged away delicate California beauty Michele Koons from a circle of campers bedded down beside an alpine lakeshore.
Larry and I had camped just above six thousand feet, four and a half miles up a steep, rocky path from a trailhead on a narrow strip of Waterton Lake’s long, mountain-rimmed shoreline accessible only by boat. Our tent was thirty paces from a trail that was little more than a ledge that clawed its way along a cliff face and into a round of turquoise water cupped by soaring rock. How apt it’s called Crypt Lake, I thought. If a grizzly did attack us, no one would hear our cries. And we had no means to call in help.
I lay awake all night, straining to listen and imagining in detail. Was that a bear? Was THAT? I tried to grasp how alone those young women must have felt as they were pulled over plants, rocks, and fallen trees in the death clamp of creatures they could barely see. What was it like for them? What was it really like?
Halfway to dawn, I could no longer ignore my nagging bladder. But my mind saw the menace in wait. His dished forehead above close-set dark eyes, his humped back, his shimmering silver-tipped fur. His long snout with yellow fangs set in a steel-trap jaw. If I stepped outside to relieve my growing discomfort, he would surely carry me off by my bare bottom, ankles tangled in jeans. Then again, what defense was a bubble of orange nylon against four-inch switchblade claws? I had never spent a longer night or known such unremitting fear.
I rejoiced at first light and made my loo just inches from the back of the tent. Immediately after our breakfast of instant coffee and oatmeal, we packed up and I led a speed-trudge down miles of switchbacks. Larry tried to calm me with facts. The main causes of death in Glacier were drowning, heart attack, car accidents, and falling from high places. Did I know I was exponentially more likely to get hit by lightning than mauled by a grizzly?
“C’mon, Heart,” he said, “we’re going to be fine.”
Yes, he called me Heart. And wrote me love poems. As assistant city editor at the newspaper where I worked in Washington State, he massaged my stories from the cop beat into better reads. But I didn’t think he could knock out a grizzly.
After a three-hour forced march, accompanied by an unbroken stream of my anxious babbling, off-key singing, and clapping of hands to scare off bears, we reached the trailhead. I plopped down, backpack still affixed, at the far end of the dock to await the water taxi that would motor us back to the tourist bustle of Waterton Township.
As it turned out, safe ground was far less transcendent than I had so desperately anticipated. Instead of feeling heady with relief when we checked into the storied Prince of Wales Hotel on its panoramic bluff above the lake, I felt deflated. Let down. Less alive. Something wondrous had gone missing. I thought it was the vertiginous dazzle of Glacier’s backcountry. But it wasn’t.
Shortly after I started a new job at another daily newspaper, a large male grizzly entered a campground near Yellowstone National Park on a moonlit summer night, tore open a tent with two Wisconsin men inside, yanked one out, and dragged him into the woods. When rescuers found twenty-three-year-old Roger May an hour later, he was dead and missing some seventy pounds of flesh and blood.  I begged my editors to dispatch me to write about killer bears. As I neared the site of the attack in my burgundy Honda Civic, I began to feel what had slipped my grasp after escaping my imagined Night of the Grizzlies near Crypt Lake. I call it the Man-Eater Effect.
It wasn’t the threat of being eaten alive that energized me. It was the firing on all primal cylinders to avoid being eaten. Cylinders most of us rarely, if ever, activate. The primordial cocktail of chemicals that floods the human brain on alert for man-eaters brings a person sublimely, electrically, and wholly to life. Every detail of every second becomes acutely vivid. The color of wildflowers and whether any favored by man-eaters have been nibbled. A slight movement on a hillside. A muddy spot that could have registered a massive paw passing by. An abrupt change in birdsong or the flick of a deer’s ears that could signal alarm. The snap of a twig in forest shadows.
This heightened state was better than the morphine bliss that once made me sit up on a gurney leaving an operating room and ask, “Can we do that again?” It’s the full-on mindful state our brains were wired for, before guns and wheels gave us dominion over all other creatures and the leisure to let our most arousing instincts atrophy. There are modern-day facsimiles. Like the opiates our brains generate when we fall in love, exercise into a “runner’s high,” parachute out of perfectly good airplanes, reach orgasm, or eat dark chocolate. The Man-Eater Effect is more akin to the high that compels war veterans to seek repeated stints in combat. There’s just no brain chemistry like that triggered by the possibility of becoming prey.
In reality, wild animals capable of killing us rarely do. Except in desperation or fear—when they’re unable to hunt quicker, less dangerous game or when their young seem at risk. Otherwise, humans are to be avoided. We come with trouble that is often deadly—a threat now encoded in the instincts of most wild animals that could eat us. In normal circumstances, we are the ones who seek exhilaration in proximity to them. Entire industries are built on our desire to get as close as safely possible to wild tigers, lions, bears, and many other species that could kill us at whim. Their wildness unleashes our own.
1. The Thrall of the Wild
2. The Promise
3. Finding the Man with the Keys
4. Prescription Rewritten
5. Intermission I: The Wild Ones
6. Crouching Dragon Selling Tigers
7. Tiger Lily and the Art of War
8. Off to See the Wizard
9. The Vladimir Putin Show
10. Intermission II: In the Valley of the Shadow
11. Sino-US Cat Fight
12. Hidden in Plain Sight
13. The Empire Strikes Back
14. Hope for a Tiger Spring
15. Epilogue
How You Can Help End Tiger Trade

Blood of the Tiger

ISBN: 978-080703064-6
Publication Date: 11/24/2015
Size:6 x 9 Inches (US)
Price:  $20.00
Format: Paperback
Availability: In stock.