‘What do your raven eyes see?’
‘Clouds, my lord. Clouds of crows. See there as they dive sharply. And indeed hear that the beat of thunder within the air is actually their caws in the darkening sky. Such a beautiful scene they make, my lord. I wonder where their destination lies and what their purpose is.’
‘Such beautiful sounds they have always made, if one is willing to listen. The sharpness of their cries is a cacophony to many, but within that noise is music that is sweeter than all the music ever played since the very dawn of time.’
‘But where are they going, my lord? Why do they fly together?’
‘They fly to the Raven King. The one who rules them all.’
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, THERE IS BIRD SHIT EVERYWHERE.”











