Bird Cage Quote Novels & Stories

Gabriel suggests. "Oh, come on. You just want to talk to the crows," Jay says. Gabriel frowns at him. "That's not the only reason I want to go." "Gabriel has a thing for birds. He used to collect them until his African parrot died and he was so bereft that he gave them all away to zoos. Thank the stars! Do you know how hard it is to sleep in an apartment with a dozen birds screaming 'Hello!' or 'I want a cracker!' at any hour?" Jay is smiling at Gabriel, who in turn, glares at him. "I love you and your birds, by the way."

"Mommy." Something in her voice pulled me to my feet before I'd made the decision to stand. "There's a bird," she said. "It's been there since the apples were still alive." The window was high and barred, the iron lattice throwing cross-shaped shadows across the floor. Beyond the glass, balanced on the ledge with the casual arrogance of something that knew it could not be touched, was a crow.