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They
swept
through
the
storm
like
jagged
bolts
of
lightning
,
flashing
from
cloud
to
cloud
;
they
moved
like
the
thunder
’
s
roar
,
like
the
swell
and
rip
of
the
hurricane
.
It
was
a
crackling
,
impossible
journey
,
and
Shadow
forgot
to
be
scared
almost
immediately
.
You
cannot
be
afraid
when
you
ride
the
thunderbird
.
There
is
no
fear
:
only
the
power
of
the
storm
,
unstoppable
and
all
-
consuming
,
and
the
joy
of
the
flight
.
Shadow
dug
his
fingers
into
the
thunderbird
’
s
feathers
,
feeling
the
static
prickle
on
his
skin
.
Blue
sparks
writhed
across
his
hands
like
tiny
snakes
.
Rain
washed
his
face
.
"
This
is
the
best
,
"
he
shouted
,
over
the
roar
of
the
storm
.
As
if
it
understood
him
,
the
bird
began
to
rise
higher
,
every
wing
-
beat
a
clap
of
thunder
,
and
it
swooped
and
dove
and
tumbled
through
the
dark
clouds
.
"
In
my
dream
,
I
was
hunting
you
,
"
said
Shadow
,
his
words
ripped
away
by
the
wind
.
"
In
my
dream
.
I
had
to
bring
back
a
feather
.
"
Yes
.
The
word
was
a
static
crackle
in
the
radio
of
his
mind
.
They
came
to
us
for
feathers
,
to
prove
that
they
were
men
;
and
they
came
to
us
to
cut
the
stones
from
our
heads
,
to
give
their
dead
our
lives
.
An
image
filled
his
mind
then
:
of
a
thunderbird
—
a
female
,
he
assumed
,
for
her
plumage
was
brown
,
not
black
—
lying
freshly
dead
on
the
side
of
a
mountain
.
Beside
it
was
a
woman
.
She
was
breaking
open
its
skull
with
a
knob
of
flint
.
She
picked
through
the
wet
shards
of
bone
and
the
brains
until
she
found
a
smooth
clear
stone
the
tawny
color
of
garnet
,
opalescent
fires
flickering
in
its
depths
.
Eagle
stones
,
thought
Shadow
.
She
was
going
to
take
it
to
her
infant
son
,
dead
these
last
three
nights
,
and
she
would
lay
it
on
his
cold
breast
.
By
the
next
sunrise
the
boy
would
be
alive
and
laughing
,
and
the
jewel
would
be
gray
and
clouded
and
,
like
the
bird
it
had
been
stolen
from
,
quite
dead
.
"
I
understand
,
"
he
said
to
the
bird
.
The
bird
threw
back
its
head
and
crowed
,
and
its
cry
was
the
thunder
.
