1. BIRDS, AGAIN ashwell, massachusetts, 1871
Wonders, wonders! —miles pearson, the darkening glass (p. 4)
The first of the birds Caroline mistook for her own mind’s work. When the streak of red crossed the kitchen windowpane, fast, disastrous-bright, she thought it was some bloody piece come loose inside herself.
Then her father appeared from the study and held the doorframe, leaning in. “Caroline! Did you see?”
They found it in the yard, real after all: high in their birch tree, pecking judiciously at the bark. The size of a dove, the shape of a crow, and a brazen crimson tip to tail feathers, the shade a cardinal might bloom to if dipped in wine. It had a crestless head, all sharp planes. As the Hoods watched, it took a choosy bird-step forward, then…
