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“You’re a shaman.”
Оглавление“No, I’m not.” She resisted the urge to step back, to move away from him. “I don’t conduct ceremonies. I don’t cure the sick.”
“Your paintings are your ceremonies. Not all Apache shamans heal. Some are bringers of rain. Some have medicine over snakes. Others can shoot guns without touching the trigger.”
“And I give men wings?” She pointed to him, then smiled a little. “You fascinate me. The man and the raven.”
He smiled, too. The transformation made him look even more handsome. “You do that to me, as well. The woman and her paintings.”
She told herself this was fate. Part of her destiny. Something that was meant to happen. He’d clarified her confusion about her power. He’d called her artwork ceremonies, associating it with shamanism.
Given her magic new meaning.
