Raven's Wing

By Niko Silvester

The village of Ravenswing was named for a woman who could turn into a bird. The local herbwoman is said to be descended from her, and Lir Skavinson once had her love. Three years ago he took that love for granted and she left him. Finally, he has come to ask her forgiveness, except he's not the only man who seeks her love, and Brenna may have a different idea entirely about what she wants to do with her life. "Raven's Wing" is a fantasy short story with magic, love, and one small dragon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: White Raven Press
• Release date: Jul 12, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465914040

Niko Silvester

Niko loves books. She loves to read them, to write them, to have them and to make them for other people. Much of her non-writing art ends up in book form, though some of it is in allied media like letterpress printing, relief printmaking, lithography, intaglio printmaking and photography. Oh, and she also writes and draws comics.

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Raven's Wing

by Niko Silvester

Published by White Raven Press

Copyright 2011 Niko Silvester

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Raven's Wing

There was a storm coming up when Lir Skavinson and the Selkie slipped into Clew Harbour under sail. Most fishermen wouldn’t have dared to hoist sail in such a wind, but Lir could read a storm the way a shark reads currents. And, except for the time when he could fly, Lir had always been most comfortable on a boat. The Selkie was only a small fishing boat, but Lir handled her like her boards and mast and lines were his own limbs.

When he neared the docks, Lir took down the sail and fitted oars into the rowlocks. Clew Harbour’s fisherfolk didn’t stop their work preparing for the coming storm, but they all watched him arrive just the same. Strangers in upshore-style fish boats weren’t common in Clew Harbour. Dressed in his knit fisherman’s sweater—like all fisherfolk, the pattern of the knit was unique to his home village so his body could be returned if it washed ashore—Lir looked much like the local men. But he didn’t move like the other men. He worked his boat like a golden hawk works its wings, and his too-long-to-be-fashionable hair shone gold like a hawk’s plumage, too.

Only one man wasn’t busy rolling up net or securing tackle. He signalled to Lir to tie