CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
FISH AND GRIEF
Back on Blue Rock canyon’s north rim, Lilith had spent hours trying to calm the nine agitated members of the Crow Clan who had refused to board the transport ship. They were too disoriented and too leaderless to commence the trek back into the canyon. By mid-afternoon she’d made little progress.
“Azazel, they’re lost. They cannot imagine angels would deceive them. They think it’s possible the other members of the clan have been taken to some far-flung paradise. They worry that their reticence has condemned them to some kind of punishment by the sky-gods—they fear that they are recreants, for lack of a better word.”
“So they’re viewing this whole episode in metaphysical terms?” Azazel asked.
“It seems so,” Lilith replied. “Our technologies are, in fact,
