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He was already shaking his head. “The Raven Mocker is born during a storm on the night of the Thunder Moon. You saw the sparks trail down to the Di’tatlaski’yi’?”

“English,” I ordered.

“The place where it rains fire.”

“Twice. Once on the night of the Thunder Moon, and once when my house almost burnt down.”

“You saw the sparks that night?”

“Didn’t you?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t happen before I got there.”

“I also had reports of sparks before the shrieking, though no other fires,” I said.

“The legends say the Raven Mocker arrives in a shower of sparks. I’d thought that just meant original arrival, but I guess not.”

“On the night of the Thunder Moon I saw the sparks, heard the shriek, saw what seemed to be a fire, but when we got there all we found was a crater.”

“Where the Raven Mocker was born.”

“The crater was empty.”

“You think it would wait around to be captured or killed?”

“What was it?”

“An evil spirit.”

“Which is so easy to capture and kill. Where did it go?”

“If we knew that, we’d know who it was.”

“You said the Raven Mocker wasn’t a new person.”

“No. Someone called on the Ani’Hyun’-tikwala’ ski.”

I just stared at him until he translated.

“The thunder beings. They released the Raven Mocker from the sky vault. The spirit rode in on the lightning, then possessed the one who called it.”

“Someone in my town is possessed by a shape-shifting witch who eats the hearts of the dying and steals their lives?”

“That about sums it up.”

Chapter 27

“Where do we go from here?” I asked.

Ian stared at me with his all-topaz eyes.

“Can you put those back the way you found them?” I waved vaguely at his head.

He murmured an indecipherable Cherokee word, gave one slow blink, and voilà, his eyes were light brown again, surrounded by normal, human white.

He flicked a finger at the papers all over the floor. “I need to translate those and hope I find something that will help us.”

“For instance?”

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