Small tear on cover only damage! She spoke, saying so many things. Things that didn't make any sense. Things like my mother was dead, the crows were gone, the Illucian soldiers were coming. It took me a moment to realize I was staring at something in the sky. Bright as a miniature sun, a crow blazing with fire from beak to tail soared across the night, wings spread as if the flames had become a part of it, a flickering coat of smoldering feathers. Then the fire seared through feather and muscle and bone, and it plummeted to the earth like a falling star. AND THE WORLD WENT WHITE.