People Of The Owl: A Novel Of Prehistoric North America (North America's Forgotten Past) - Plot & Excerpts
The island, normally her refuge against the world, now felt oppressive, dangerous. Anhinga’s souls kept flashing images of the assault. The leering expression on Eats Wood’s face hung behind her eyes. She could glance over her shoulder to see the tree. Beneath those branches, Eats Wood’s body was growing cold, his empty eyes turning gray. His angry and frightened souls are rising, staring at me from among those naked branches. A shiver traced down her muscles, as if he were reaching out for her with ghostly fingers. She didn’t feel better. Not even Striped Dart’s arrival, a half hand of time ago, reassured her. Salamander sat close beside her. He kept reaching out, patting her in reassurance. When she looked into his eyes, though, she could see the disquiet he tried so hard to hide. Panther’s blood! Why am I still scared? After all I’ve been through, I shouldn’t be shaken by anything! “Anhinga?” Salamander asked as he leaned forward, searching her face. “I thought it would be Saw Back,”
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