But of course that was only in his dreams. Often, when he slept, his dreams filled with a sense of power, his nerves hummed with the song of the totems. When he dreamed, Falcon knew he’d taken his first step on the path of the shaman—not through any conscious choice; it was as if it were written in his genes, as surely as his high Amerind cheekbones, dark eyes, and straight black hair.