Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 5
This was as close to the village he could get while still affording himself an unobstructed view of the cora and, more importantly, the cora's pass. if the wolves were to attack, that's where they would come from.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 51
The cora came alive. it vomited a great cloud of snow into the pass. tio remembered craning his neck and looking straight up with his mouth agape, not understanding, but unable to look away.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 54
Banno was standing in the cora's shadow, holding the chieftain's blood-drenched necklace in one hand.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 4
She was living proof that strength came in all shapes and sizes, and she wasn't being all emotional, thank the cora. "what happened to your face, renna?" "i fell out of a tree."
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 53
Banno was standing in the cora's shadow, holding the chieftain's blood-drenched necklace in one hand.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 48
By the cora, i was out for such a long time, what if it's not there anymore?
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 16
That done, he turned his back and set off on the final leg of his strange journey through life, with the cora looming in the distance... ...waiting for him. \* ander stood on top of the hill, looking down at the ground.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 36
They'd lie on the ground inside the doctoring tent, surrounded by burning candles and effigies of the cora draped in coils of dried snakeskin, and oh, how they would scream.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 31
Above the bars was the hulking form of the cora statue.
Ander - Chapter 8, Subchapter 3
Gigantic pillars of black smoke from thirty-one different pyres had risen into the sky from sunrise to sundown, burning the one-hundred-and-twenty-two fallen wolves of the battle of the cora's pass.
Ander - Epilogue: Subchapter 3
Gigantic pillars of black smoke from thirty-one different pyres had risen into the sky from sunrise to sundown, burning the one-hundred-and-twenty-two fallen wolves of the battle of the cora's pass.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 26
No one, _no one_, had ever raised their voice to shekka, the empty one, witchdoctor of the tribe, communer of the cora, let alone screamed an insult at her. "_what did you call me?_" mother asked.