O tombs, you tombs,
Our eternal homes!
Long may we live,
But your doors we must face.
Our bodies belong
In our mother, the earth.
To be given to the soil,
To be eaten by worms.
But our souls will wander
Each to his own place…
-Old Nebesti funeral dirge
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The Raven's ChoiceHorrible cries surrounded Sabíana, exploding into her confused consciousness and fading to nothing in strange waves. Dimly she glimpsed blasts of flame and smoke belching from rents in the earth. Not yet fully recovered from her fit, she saw everything with varying focus, through a fog. She couldn’t form her thoughts into complete patterns; the words gathered together only to hit an obstruction like a wall inside her head, and she gave up, exhausted from the effort. But through it all, she
