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Vanora Week 1
Vanora Week 1
Vanora Week 1
dwarf tree planted not far from the cliffs across from a stone
his neck—good . . . the girl was still up. He let out a louder
caw to get her attention, but the girl by the window remained
Vanora didn’t feel alone because she had his company most
Crow and the girl were the best of friends. They talked all
They chatted about the daily catch, they chatted about the
the shale and bent the branches to the ground. Crow didn’t
move from the safety of his spot while other crows huddled
the window. It was late and her father had not come home.
floor. She reached for a woolen coat and shawl that hung
from a peg on the wall before running out the door. Crow
Vanora set off down the slippery path, the only road that
bordered along the cliffs to the village below. The wind made
her unstable on her feet and the relentless rain blinded her,
back to the cottage. Inside she hung her coat and shawl to
dry near the fire and took a seat close to the warm hearth.
She reached for a bellows and blew a few times to stir the
flame. The logs in the fire sparked with popping sounds and
before her. Vanora was too tired to think . . . her eyes grew
louder than the first, sent shivers through her body. She
he lowered his voice and cast down his eyes. “Old Fergal—
arrived empty. God have mercy on him.” His last words were
a whisper.
door behind him. Crow, even from afar, heard the news, and