Chapter 12

The Song, The Sound, The Shadow

My eyes popped open.

I found myself lying in a heap of blankets next to Turner’s hearth. The fire burned so hotly that I could feel the heat from the stones on the hearth. My body ached. A bowl of soup steamed in front of me.

I felt a warmth all around me. Not the fire warmth, but an enfolding. I struggled to prop myself up.

I rested on my right elbow.

Thre…