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339 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2014
Shaman Quick raised an imperious hand, halting me. "You are not telling me everything you saw," he announced. "But you have told me enough. You will very soon learn what it means to have no voice.
My mother's name was Susan Gives Light. I craved the light like dying men crave water.
It was like having a lantern inside of me, and it blazed to life when Sky was near, without him even knowing: It oozed melted light throughout my veins; it made me happier than I'd known humanly possible.
Sky in my arms was the best feeling.
Sky was everything;
I snagged my arms around Sky's waist. I pressed my face against his stomach. I felt every breath he took, slowing my own breathing until we matched. My face was damp with tears; I worried that I'd wet his shirt. He didn't care. His fingers roamed my scalp in feathery touches. He tucked my hair behind my ears and stroked the back of my neck. I'd never felt so relaxed. The feeling was doubly strong when I realized Sky was relaxed, too. Our emotions were in synch. I knew just then that anything he felt, I felt. Anything I felt, he felt. For a moment, however brief, however lasting, we shared the same heartbeat.

"In Shoshone lore, we say that God has two halves: Wolf, fair and wise, and Coyote, wicked and capricious. The reason for God's dual nature is because everything around us has the capacity for both good and bad. Nowhere is that more apparent than the sun. The sun gives life, gives light, but if you look at it directly it can blind you. People are about the same. We love one another. We hurt one another. They're not mutually exclusive. Even the kindest heart can make a mistake and say something terrible. Even the blackest heart can spare rare kindness on an unsuspecting soul."
“Custer was a child once. He didn’t spend his childhood killing Indians and stealing their homeland. Nero didn’t spend his childhood burning Rome to the ground. Everybody was a child once. No child was born hating the world around him. You had to learn that trait. You had to pick it up from the worst pockets of the universe, the filthiest recesses of society, where the people who learned it before you deposited it when they were done.”


