said Caliban with a snort. “The wind plays tricks, you should know that. It’ll tell you everything you ever wanted to hear, or maybe what scares you most. You’d be a fool to give it much attention.” After returning to Statue Haven, Shade had found Caliban hanging awake from his roost, and told him about Zephyr’s message—or what he thought was Zephyr’s message. Part of him was relieved by Caliban’s disdain. Maybe it really was nothing more than his own desperation at high altitude. But he was too scared by what he’d seen to give up just yet. “Look, there’s something wrong with the sun,” he pressed on. “Flying off alone in full daylight,” muttered Caliban angrily. “Don’t you learn, Silverwing? Do you know how dangerous that was? Not just for you; for everyone. You could’ve been spotted, and led something right back to all of us.” “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Shade nodded, contrite for a moment before adding doggedly, “But what about the sun? Ignore my dreams if you want to, ignore the voice.
