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, know...