Lending Light (Gives Light Series Book 5) - Plot & Excerpts
I sat up. I picked up the shaman's bota bag, brown and leather and uncapped. The bag was empty, but I didn't remember drinking all the bawattsi. Whatever; that stuff tasted gross. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I bit my tongue on accident. My teeth were big and sharp and had probably needed braces at some point. Too late now. The Nettlebush badlands looked like icebergs. Big, blue hills of clay ran up into crumbling gulches. Sand fell under the canyons in lighter blues and spots of red. I looked at my hands and my palms were covered in it. I wiped them on my torn jeans. My stomach tingled with a sucking pain. I'd fasted all month for the Yakainna, the vision quest. I hadn't wanted to, but everyone did it once they turned seventeen. I was seventeen now. I'd turned seventeen three months ago, on the Here Mahe Reservation in Oklahoma. Uncle Gabriel had sent me away to "curb my temper." Yeah, that worked out. I remember getting off the bus that March in Muscogee County, my bag on my shoulder and my map in my hand. It was windy out, and gray-skied, and there were tumbleweeds on the dusty ground, like a really bad joke come to life. A line of teenagers climbed off the bus after me and crowded around the bus stop, a wooden pole with a flapping sign in unfamiliar Creek syllabics. The kids mingled right away, talking, laughing, showing each other the stuff they'd brought from home, Ute baskets and Navajo arrows and whatever. Everyone left a wide girth around me. The Creek tribe was holding some kind of medicine retreat, a hoyyoy for troubled teens. I didn't know anybody here. Even if I had, it wouldn't have made a difference. Everyone back home hated me, like it was a rite of passage.
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