Deepwood Weald histriophoca

another way? there was no other way. if there had been her mother would have known it, trusted it, done that way instead of what she had tried to do to her, and her brothers.

another way.

sulukinak felt a ripple in her usual calm. a ringing in her ears that drowned out what her dutch man was saying. he said something about the woman minnow and a hunt, but sulukinak wasn't listening.

she was moving before he could ask about tomorrow, lost in the dark by the time the question emerged; and there would be no answer except the sigh of the trees as sulukinak vanished among them.