Voice of Crow

In the torchlight surrounding the camp of a hundred Kalindons, Rhia could see the rope burns on Marek's neck.The man who would soon be her husband slept quietly for the first time in several nights. Perhaps exhaustion had stolen his nightmares, or at least his body's ability to manifest them in twitches and starts.The humid air draped over her like a second skin. Far above, the breeze murmured through the pines and spruces, but did not deign to descend to the ground.She kicked off the covers of the bedroll, rolled her sleeves up to her shoulders and spread her limbs to dissipate the heat. To no avail. Summer's strength had reached even the high mountain forest near Kalindos.Whispers came. Rhia's muscles jerked as if she'd been stabbed with a pin. Not again. She covered her ears, as if that would help. Please let me sleep.But the voices of the dead would strengthen in her dreams, rumbles of discontent forming incoherent words. When she was awake they would whisper, or even silence when she spoke out loud or sang a distracting tune. Her traveling companions resented the latter, since her crooning voice was as melodic as that of her Guardian Spirit.Crow.Only a few months had passed since the Spirit had bestowed her with His Aspect. Yet she had borne these dark gifts for a decadesince she was eightwhen she first heard Crow come to carry a soul to the Other Side.The whispers changed, and Rhia realized with relief that these belonged to the living. She rolled onto her stomach to peer through the darkness.Beyond the torchlight, a man and a woman patrolled together, carrying hunting bows so naturally, the weapons seemed part of their bodies. Everyone's vigilance had heightened since the Descendants had invaded Rhia's home village of Asermos ten days ago. With the help of the Kalindons she now traveled with, the Asermons had repelled the Descendant invasion, but at a precious cost.Rhia shoved back a sweaty brown lock that had fallen into her eyes. Cut above her nape in mourning, her hair was now too short to tie back.The voices in her head returned, louder. A wave of nausea swept over her.Rhia sat up. A hand grabbed her arm, snapping shut like an iron-jawed trap. She stifled a yelp and looked down to see Marek's blue-gray eyes staring up at her. He let go and blinked rapidly to rouse himself."Sorry," he whispered. "Where are you going?"She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "I feel sick.""From the baby?""Too soon for that.""The voices again?""Feels like flies trapped inside my skull." She rubbed her ear, as if that would relieve the itch deep within. "Coranna said it would be like this the first few months, but I don't think I can stand another hour." She was only two weeks pregnant, with the voices the sole sign she had progressed to the second phase of her Aspect.Her new powers required her to return to Kalindos to continue studying with her mentor. Right now she wished they were back at her father's farm in Asermos, instead of spending another night in the mosquito-plagued forest. Normally the journey to Kalindos took only a few days by horseback, but conveying those with battle injuries tripled the travel time.She pushed away the blanket. "I'm going to the river to cool off."He sat up. "I'll go with you." "You should rest. I'll bring Alanka." "I need a bath, too." He drew his legs out of the bedroll, wincing."You'll get your bandage wet.""I'll stand on one foot."She grasped his hand to help him up, secretly gladSmith-Ready, Jeri is the author of 'Voice of Crow', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373802906 and ISBN 0373802900.