The Portrait Gallery
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| Title: | The Portrait Gallery |
| Publisher: | Whatever You Do, Don't Press |
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| Author(s): | Diana Aquila |
| Cover Artist(s): | Karen River |
| Illustrator(s): | Karen River |
| Date(s): | 1994 |
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| Fandom: | Highlander |
| Language: | English |
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The Portrait Gallery is a 58-page slash Highlander novel featuring Duncan by Diana Aquila. The cover is by Karen River.
From a distributor, Agent With Style: "Duncan's love of the Native American culture began here, with a relationship with a young brave who taught him that life is precious, and fleeting. Can a past love compare to Duncan's relationship now with Tessa?"
Excerpt from a 1993 Flyer
The shaman looked around for other ears. Finding none, she/he proceeded. "Charging Bear is on a visionquest." Duncan continued to wait. "He will come back in three days." The Highlander wished he/she would get to the point, if there was one. Pulling out the feathered pipe, the shaman went on while filling it. "You know, I have always thought Charging Bear would make a good medicine man." She/he lit the pipe, took several draws. Duncan swore lo himself he would never take up tobacco. He took the pipe as it was offered, wishing he were anywhere but here as he lifted it to his lips. So he there was nothing he need reply to. He concentrated on only drawing the smoke into his mouth, and on listening to the shaman. "Usually, we can tell who is destined for the medicine way when they are children, but sometimes it happens that way, when a woman or man is grown." She/he took the pipe back.The Immortal ran out of patience. "What is it you are trying to say?" he asked. Now he had to take the pipe again. The shaman sighed. "If Charging Bear comes back a medicine man, it will not be on his path to stay with anyone, man or woman. He will be a solitary, a single dweller. This is how it happens for one such as him." When Duncan handed the pipe back this time, his hands shook, although he hoped that only he could tell. He was suddenly glad that they were sitting outside where everyone could see, otherwise he feared he would lose his composure.
"You could set up your own tipi, you have earned it," the shaman said, voice gentle as he/she looked on the white man compassionately. "Or you could just marry Standing Lily. Unless there is another?" Duncan shook his head no, as the shaman knew he would. "The ways of the spirit are not easy. You must prepare yourself for what may happen." With that, the shaman stood, one hand on the white man's shoulder.