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Chapters (87)
  1. Cover
  2. Widdershins
  3. Author’s Note
  4. The Dispute at the Crossroads
  5. Lizzie Mahone
  6. Geordie Riddell
  7. Galfreya
  8. Jilly Coppercorn
  9. Hand Me Down My Fiddle
  10. Lizzie
  11. Geordie
  12. Lizzie
  13. Jilly
  14. Edgan
  15. Geordie
  16. Grey
  17. Jilly
  18. Bogan Boys
  19. Geordie
  20. Lizzie
  21. Bogan Boys
  22. The Hard Road to Travel
  23. Jilly
  24. Grey
  25. Geordie
  26. Lizzie
  27. Grey
  28. Jilly
  29. Rabedy Collins
  30. Geordie
  31. Grey
  32. Jilly
  33. Big Dan
  34. Honey
  35. Geordie
  36. Grey
  37. Jilly
  38. Lizzie
  39. Rabedy
  40. Geordie
  41. Timony Twotot
  42. Honey
  43. Joseph Crazy Dog
  44. Cassandra Washington
  45. Christiana Tree
  46. Galfreya
  47. Rabedy
  48. Grey
  49. Whiskey Jack
  50. Far from Home
  51. Lizzie
  52. Geordie
  53. Honey
  54. Grey
  55. Christiana
  56. Jilly
  57. Rabedy
  58. Timony
  59. Walker
  60. Joe
  61. Jilly
  62. Galfreya
  63. Grey
  64. Jilly
  65. Lizzie
  66. Geordie
  67. Joe
  68. Grey
  69. Jilly
  70. Joe
  71. Jilly
  72. Joe
  73. Geordie
  74. Rabedy
  75. Jilly
  76. Joe
  77. Jilly
  78. Joe
  79. Jilly
  80. Farewell and Remember Me
  81. Geordie
  82. Lizzie
  83. Joe
  84. Grey
  85. Lizzie
  86. Jilly
  87. Grey

Raven sighs. For a long moment I think he’s going to leave it at that, but he gives a slow shake of his head.

“You never asked how Mira and I became estranged,” he says.

“I didn’t even know the two of you were close—not until Chloë told me yesterday. Mira never spoke of you.”

“We had a . . . disagreement about my responsibilities.”

I wait.

He sighs again. “She said if I brought this world into being, then it was my responsibility to see that it remained a fair and just place for everyone to live.”

“That seems like a reasonable notion,” I say. “If you are, in fact, that Raven.”

“I am. But I’m also Lucius Portsmouth. Just like the crow girls, I don’t usually remember my origins. I don’t like to be reminded of them.”

“Why not?”

“Because while I do see the wrongs and injustices that pervade this world, there’s nothing I can do about them without causing more harm than good.”

“But you made this world.”

He shakes his head. “All I did was pull it out of a pot. Anybody could have done it—as Cody never tires of reminding me. The act didn’t invest me with some great power.”

“I’ve seen you . . . “ I’m not quite sure how to phrase it and settle on: “become more.”

“I didn’t say I was helpless.”

“Then why don’t you do more?”

“Where would I begin?” he asks. “There’s disharmony wherever one turns. I’m surprised that the Grace is even remembered anymore, this world has grown so distant to her gifts and teachings.”

“Then just do what you can. Every little thing can make a difference.” “I see why you and Mira were together,” he says. “That’s exactly what she said. And I’ll tell you now what I told her then: the only way to truly effect a change is to change what’s inside a being. How they see the world. How they connect to it. But who am I to make decisions such as that? Who is anyone?”

“But surely—”

“Take Cody. How many disasters has he brought into the world? But he always means well and he has also done great good. Should I go into his mind and change who he is?” He pauses. “That’s not the best example. I doubt anyone could make Cody be anything other than what he is. But do you understand what I mean?”

I nod. “I think so. Everyone needs to make their own choices or those choices don’t mean anything.”