Status Updates From The Morning Star

Overhead, some crows came flying up from the fjord. More followed, and soon the sky was teeming with birds. It was like a curtain of living flesh, I thought to myself, beautiful, shimmering patterns of black and darkest blue that a moment later broke up as the crows began to settle in the line of trees..Upstairs, a window opened & I heard the sound of Line's voice, soft & gentle amid the gruff squawking of the crows.

Egil gets deep and philosophical for 60 pages.

Mom and Opa finished. I’m still working on it