One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl. . . Three for a girl. I'm stuck on three, I just can't get any further. My head s thick with sounds, my mouth thick with blood. Three for a girl. I can hear magpies-they're laughing, mocking me, a raucous cackling. A tiding. Bad timing. I can see them now, black against the sun. Not the birds, something else. Someone's coming. Someone is speaking to me. Now look. Now look what you made me do. 
 Well, well, well that was one hell-of-a-read. A fast-paced read, gripping and toe-curling read! 
 Call me sick but I loved these characters. All of them. 
 Bye.