“Craf, I’m coming to realize that you are a fine bird indeed,” Camlin said, grinning. “Camlin save Craf from the bad man,” the crow muttered. “Rafe,” Camlin told Edana. “He tried to twist Craf’s neck.” “Bastard,” muttered Craf. “Rafe?” Edana said. “He just keeps coming back.” Like a curse.
