Chapter Twelve
For some reason, Qadim had not expected Madison to take such an interest in his work. He knew many women of the djinn who would have laughed at him for trying to make an oasis out of such a desert. But Madison didn’t think it laughable. She thought it a challenge.
True, she was an artist, and as such probably wanted to surround herself with things of beauty, to create symmetry and grace where there had been none. Back in her jeans and T-shirt, she went with him to the river and watched as he made one last survey before he began the real work.
The earth would obey his command, and so he told it to part, to create a channel approximately four arm’s lengths across and about half as deep. At once the sandy soil flowed out of the way, and the waters of the Rio Grande rushed in
