Inocenta, running to my left, screamed a war cry worthy of devils. Inocenta’s scream did something else as well. It made her bird Richu scream, imitating her, wanting to please her. Bellu, good boy, the best of corvids, sweet sweet Bellu, also screamed. I had never heard a corvid make that sound before, and I had not known they could. It hurt my ears, it was the voice of the goddess of death herself. I screamed, too. It felt right in my throat, it gave me strength. Now Gannet took it up, and Dalgatha, and Boxer. Soon all of our huge birds were shrieking to shake the pillars holding up the sky
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