"There are more shades to the suffering of men than there are colours in the forest. I can draw more notes from a woman bound than a harpist can from her crude arrangement of wood and string." ... "There is no instrument like man, no musical counterpoint like the play of terror and hope, the bafflement and aching clarity that you can draw from his distended flesh." The shaman's voice was lower and slower than it had been. Reverential. Incantatory. "This is art. This is true beauty."