At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.
Erin BowPlain Kate greased her boots and bandaged her feet, and soon she would walk like a Roamer born. She helped Drina with the water and the wood, and in the long, wet evenings she carved objarka burji.
Plain Kate carved fast and learned slowly. She was bewildered most of the time, but Daj called her mira again, and when she asked Drina what it meant, the girl replied, "It means she likes you. It means your family."
Family.
It could have kept her walking for a hundred miles. And she did walk far.
Tags: hope belonging wishing longing affectionate-nicknames
Your shadow is bought and paid for, and your death will not remit that payment. You can go shadowless into the shadowless world, and your death will only be one last dark thing on my long dark road. It will hurt me but I do not care. It is all but over.
Erin BowTags: evil death despair danger trade bargain
Often she dreamt she had two wings, and one was frightened, and one was happy.
Erin BowTags: dream visions dream-images premonition
Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise - silently, thank god, though at night, he recounted choice bits to Kate: "Rye Baro says I am a princeling; he split the leg bone for me so that I could eat the marrow. They love me. And I'm sure they'll keep you, too."
Mira, she thought, and treasured it each time she heard it, They must keep me. Family.
Tags: hope belonging longing boasting affectionate-nicknames talking-animals
And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one white as a death cap, one clotted in shadow. The wings came together and the whole pond shuddered.
Something hit Kate's ear and shoulder and smashed to the deck by her feet. It was a swallow, dead. She could hear them falling all over the pond.
Tags: death danger ghost monster water-spirit
The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as fast as she could.
Erin BowTags: night determination fog message fatigue mist hurrying
Perhaps it was time to stop choosing small places.
Erin BowAnd then because hope will break the heart better than any sorrow, she started to cry.
Erin BowThey're gone. I let them chase me. I led them like a sunbeam and vanished like a shadow.
Erin BowTags: escape pursuit chase chasing vanish
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