"Go into the morning sun on the river, into the reflections, the shimmer and the shadows, see the camel graze and the perching steppe eagle; he flies now, enter him and go into the wind. Melt into the rain and fall onto the ground, become absorbed into the body of the earth mother, flow from her, back into the world."

Yura watched Oyon's eyes across the fire. She held his gaze. They were already close professionally but here was this new thing binding them together. Was this feeling, his spirit blending with hers? She seemed to shimmer in the firelight. The metal strips and little bells on her necklace tinkled as she stood up and moved toward him"