Chapter 94
November – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
Shahla
SHAHLA
Shahla clutched her baby to her breast and tried to get it to nurse. She was a quiet baby, well-behaved and never cried. But then again, its father was not prone to fits of temper or loquaciousness, so why would Mikhail's daughter?
"I don't understand why you don't latch on," Shahla told the bundle of rags. "But each day you grow bigger and you make no trouble for me. Such a good little girl."
Below she could hear the sound of her parents fighting. Oh! Why did they fight so much? They had always fought, but ever since her daughter had been born, it seemed they fought even more. Her father did not know what to do with her, or more accurately, her baby. Was it because her little girl had wings?
"Such beautiful, dark
