Somewhere up in the canopy, a jaybird greeted the dawn loudly and with the vigor usually reserved for mating and feeding. Tanyth sighed and turned over in her bedroll. The cushion of last year's pine needles provided a comfortable enough mattress and she didn't really want to crawl out, but brain betrayed body by insisting that time dripped through her fingers while nothing useful happened.
—from Ravenwood, a book by Nathan Lowell
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