"...Ash looked again, his heart rattling like a shaken can of spray paint. A bird was looking at him. A big bird. With bright yellow eyes and a sharp, glossy, beak. There was something eagle-ish about it. Or vulture-ish.
“Funny talking to a bird, innit?” The bird said, stretching its wings a little, fluffing out its chest be-speckled with brown, gray, and white feathers...."
The Lady in the Hill - A novella
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