"Says he will see you
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"Kay-ro?" he asked.
"In Egypt."
"How am I going to go to Egypt?"
"Follow Mississippi. Go south. Find Jackal."
"Look," said Shadow, "I don't want to seem like I'm-Jesus, look..." he paused. Regrouped. He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi. "Okay. What I'm trying
ugg boots on sale to say is I don't want mysteries."
"Mysteries," agreed the bird, helpfully.
"What I want is explanations. Jackal in Kay-ro. This does not help me. It's a line from a bad spy thriller."
"Jackal. Friend. Tok. Kay-ro."
"So you said. I'd like a little more information than that."
The bird half turned, and pulled another strip of raw venison from the fawn's ribs. Then it flew off into the trees,
ugg boots for women the red strip dangling from its beak like a long, bloody worm.
"Hey! Can you at least get me back to a real road?" called Shadow.
The raven flew up and away. Shadow looked at the corpse of the baby deer. He decided that if he were a real woodsman, he would slice off a steak and grill it over a wood fire. Instead, he sat on
discount uggs for women a fallen tree and ate a Snickers bar and knew that he really wasn't a real woodsman.
The raven cawed from the edge of the clearing.
"You want me to follow you?" asked Shadow. "Or has Timmy fallen down another well?" The bird cawed again, impatiently. Shadow started walking toward it. It waited until he was close, then flapped heavily into another tree, heading somewhat to the
discount uggs for women left of the way Shadow had originally been going.
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,' " said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.
