The Skeleton Tree (2016)
“I hear the sound of his boots in the meadow and look back to see a mist shimmering around his feet as he kicks through the grass.
I’m pleased to see him.
He pats the wooden saint on the shoulder, then sits in the chair beside me. North and south he looks, out across the sea. “No one coming yet?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Still early.” He stretches out his legs and crosses them at the ankles. Then he tilts back to let the sun fall on his face, and he closes his eyes.
I start reading again. But ...it’s hard to concentrate on the story when I expect to see the men arrive at any moment.
The baby Kaetil was still alive when the ravens came. One was Cloud and the other Storm, and they were big, strong birds with beaks like pickaxes. They could have killed the baby easily, but the thought did not occur to them. Ravens are not killers. Feeling nothing but pity for Kaetil, Storm carried him away to their nest to raise as her own. Into the lining of feathers and moss she tucked him, to hide him from the vultures.MoreLess
I’m pleased to see him.
He pats the wooden saint on the shoulder, then sits in the chair beside me. North and south he looks, out across the sea. “No one coming yet?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Still early.” He stretches out his legs and crosses them at the ankles. Then he tilts back to let the sun fall on his face, and he closes his eyes.
I start reading again. But ...it’s hard to concentrate on the story when I expect to see the men arrive at any moment.
The baby Kaetil was still alive when the ravens came. One was Cloud and the other Storm, and they were big, strong birds with beaks like pickaxes. They could have killed the baby easily, but the thought did not occur to them. Ravens are not killers. Feeling nothing but pity for Kaetil, Storm carried him away to their nest to raise as her own. Into the lining of feathers and moss she tucked him, to hide him from the vultures.MoreLess
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