The Strange Bird (Borne, #1.5)

by Jeff Vandermeer

she could not have control, then she would reach out and take comfort in everything that existed beyond the borders of her self.

The first dreamless night. The first night of full sleep that she could remember, without interruption or panic. Such an ordinary thing, and yet such a mercy.

And the beautiful bird broke into song and although it was not a song any bird would recognize, the Strange Bird could understand it and whatever remained of Sanji inside of her recognized it and responded, and the two birds sang one to the other, the dead communicating to the dead in that intimate language.