Scrow

The Scrow were a proud people — well, what people weren’t? — and they were suspicious of foreign clinical practices.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

The Scrow all closed their eyes and began to weep.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

  “I will lead under the influence of Nastoya,” he said in a quiet voice, and this calmed the Scrow from their weeping.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

 The others in the company had not been invited, but they lined the edge of the orchard, knuckles locked, a Scrow position of reverence.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

 With her canny ways, and for all the advance warning of this contingent of Scrow, Candle ought to have known he was coming.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

 Liir turned and looked at the Scrow, standing a distance away, but then he saw what Iskinaary meant.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

The dragons attacked the maunts to stir up trouble between the Yunamata and the Scrow.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

No wonder the Yunamata, the Scrow, and the Arjiki had never knuckled under to the industrial strength of Gillikin or the military might of the Emerald City.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

 The Scrow were trying to brew a kind of tea out of the bark of apple trees and such sap as was running in the maples.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

It was Dosey who spotted the tents of the Scrow, arrayed in the usual geometric precision against the trackless blanket of earth.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005