“You have eaten a piece of me,” she said. “Now you will carry a piece of me forever.”
“What are you doing?” gurgled Crvendac. Crvendac Pastrmka I Vrana Prikaz
A Prikaz of the Upper Lake I. The Stone and the Shadow Above the timberline, where the wind speaks in consonants and the pines grow sideways, there lived a small, fierce bird named Crvendac — a rock thrush with a throat the color of a dying ember. He was the guardian of the eastern cliff, a jagged tooth of stone that overlooked a basin of water so clear it seemed to float in the air. “You have eaten a piece of me,” she said
“You see?” said Vrana. “The mountain does not punish with claws. It punishes with becoming . You ate a trout. Now you are half a trout. Your song is her memory. Your hunger is her cold. You will never fly straight again.” The Stone and the Shadow Above the timberline,