Ahus | Portable
Eira realized this at 8:47 PM, when she went to bring him a piece of the dark rye bread she had baked with rowan berries and a pinch of her own dried heather. His bed was made. His glass floats were arranged in a perfect spiral on the floor. A note, written in wobbly capitals, said: Gone to see the stones before they go away.
“No,” she said. “But I think that’s all right.” Eira realized this at 8:47 PM, when she
The hum grew louder. The teeth-stones began to vibrate. Eira realized this at 8:47 PM