The Cold Days

I will die up here in the high mountains, she thought. And be like Solanda, Mothers old friend, who vanished as the deer vanish. (A demon tricked me by looking like a boy). You climb too high, the hunter said, squatting down on his haunches and leaning against a boulder. Nothing eat up here. Mira finally got her voice: Why are you here? I follow you. He smiled. Mira stared down the great mountain,...