crow

Black hawk down.Black eagle up.

Trial and error_ is not bad, but not the best. If you don__ know where the crowd is going, don__ follow it. Get set.

Nothing is unreal as long as you can imagine like a crow

On the corner of Cathedral Road a raven sat in a tree watching him. He knew it was Dorkus for two reasons. Firstly, he'd told Dorkus to stay there to keep an eye on Michael. Secondly, he was wearing a top hat, carrying a cane, and if Corvid's eyes were right, he now had spats over his feet."Cacaw," Dorkus said."Really?" Corvid replied, "we're back to cawing?""I thought it would be less suspicious in public.""You do know you just said that carrying a cane and wearing a top hat and a pair of spats?

I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's-More, like a person than a bird? I says.Yeah, she says. That's it.Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.

I__ not a serpent, Father. I__ a crow.

I thought I told you I don__ play by the rules,_ I argue.__e__e mistaken,_ he says. __e just walked into my world unbidden. So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You__l be playing by all my rules.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way he__ looking at me at this moment. Like I__ his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he__ break both their legs and an arm for good measure.

I never realized how empty my life had really become until I had him in it. He did that to me. He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me. Everything was fine when I was alone. When I didn__ have to feel or think or care about someone else. Sure I was sad and broken, but I was okay. Now, I__ anything but.

Fly you crows. My father was not a spectacle. He was the greatest man I ever knew. He was my everything.

Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.He frowned."I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?

The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.

What are you doing to me?_ he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. __ can__ fly!_ You__e flying right now. ____ falling!_ Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.

This is the moment I realize that our traumas never really go away. They live inside of us, in the deepest darkest pits of our own tiny hells. Cocked and loaded, waiting for someone to come along and pull the trigger.

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts

The crow cawed again overhead, and a strong sea wind came in and burst through the trees, making the green pine needles shake themselves all over the place. That sound always gave me goose bumps, the good kind. It was the sound an orphan governess hears in a book,before a mad woman sets the bed curtains on fire.