Quotes Crows Novels & Stories

he said. A shadow fell over us. I looked up. A black crow was sitting on a nearby branch. It had three eyes. "It's not over," the crow said.

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

He followed after the murder of crows with as much speed that he could master. “Why?” the younger soldier easily kept up with his pace. He wanted to know what was going on. His inexperience reared its head as he struggled to understand why the older gentleman looked so solemn after seeing the crows. “Crows are lovers of battlefields. They eat any and everything. Dead bodies are no exception. If they are here it means-” “There was a battled here” the younger man continued. He sounded surprised. He didn’t know this. It didn’t take them long to find out where the murder of crows were.

"Welcome to hell with moss." The group began trekking toward the Winding River, boots crunching over brittle pine needles. The air was thick with fog, and eerie caws echoed from somewhere overhead. Falcon gasped. "Did you hear that? That bird just cursed at me in Ravenese." "That's a crow," DJ said flatly. "No, DJ, that was a death omen. That crow said, 'turn back, bitch,' and I, for one, think we should respect its wishes."

The silence is colder than the grave. --- **The Crow’s Whisper** That night, the scar burns like a brand. I follow the crow’s shadow through the skeletal forest, my breath fogging in the air. It leads me to the Tomb of Whispers, its entrance cracked open like a wound. *“You feel it, don’t you?”* the Shadow’s voice slithers through my mind. *“The prison weakens.”* The crow perches on the tomb’s threshold, its eye glowing brighter. “What do you want?” I demand.

The murder of crows symbolizes death. Martha feels eerie and her voice shakes with fear, "This is a bad sign, do not look at the crows, they might see you and you can be a target of their curse." Amelia angrily stops Martha from speaking, "Stop it, Martha! This is not the proper time for those unnatural stories of yours." "Amelia, calm down, your anger won't help us to reach the hospital, just do what Martha said, she's old enough to warn us." Dave hurriedly overtakes cars while taking a nervous glimpse at her daughter.

Noah's existence made him forget about his mother’s presence in the room at all. Quack! Quack! The sounds of the crows outside were getting louder, it made Martha worried, “Ravens are the sign of God’s provision, but these birds are acting strangely… at night?” she then peeked outside, through the window. She could see dozen of crows were perching on the pine trees nearby. “There were so many of them…” she commented. At that moment, Noah suddenly recalled the similar experience that happened to him two days ago on his way to JFK airport, ‘Are they following us, Ruiz?’