"A black raven flew past me and landed on the back of the couch. Roman slapped his hand over his face. "There you are," the raven said in Evdokia's voice. "Ungrateful son." "Here we go..." Roman muttered. "Eighteen hours in labor and that's what I get. He can't even pick up the phone to talk to his own mother." "Mother, can't you see I have people here?" "I bet if their mothers called them, they would pick up." That would be a neat trick for both of us. Sadly, dead mothers didn't come back to life, even in post-Shift Atlanta. "Nice to see you, Roman." I grabbed Curran by the hand. The bird swiveled toward me. "Katya!" Oh no. "Don't you leave. I need to talk to you." "Got to go, bye!" --