Quotes Crows Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was because Henry always told her stories in German, but Gabriella found the language familiar. Hannah said, "This is a classic story of the crow and the fox." "There was once a crow who had managed to steal a piece of cheese. It perched on top of the tree and was about to eat the cheese. However, the crow had a habit of chirping when it ate, and a fox happened to overhear it." "The fox said to the crow, "Oh, crow, I've never seen a bird that has feathers as beautiful as yours! With a voice as nice as yours, you should sing so the other animals will choose you to be their king!

The snow is finally melting and has turned to ice that’s breaking away beneath our feet. My eyes drop to her chest. The sun’s out so she’s in a light sweatshirt and jeans but no bra. The fabric clings to her chest and I can tell from the way they sway sideways as she’s walking. She’s completely unaware of the effect she has on me. I slow my steps just slightly, letting her walk a few steps ahead. We walk in silence for a little bit before she points to a bird perched on the edge of a streetlamp. “Did you know crows can recognize human faces?” she says. “And they hold grudges?”

Seeing it lifted the gloom from me. Jonathan bought it, saying pets heal the heart; when I felt down, I should hold it and let it warm me. Of course, if it warmed me, I must care for it properly—plump it up, keep its fur glossy. So I bought cat food, a bed, cans of pâté—an entire haul. On the way home, the sky opened. A gray stray cowered under an awning, soaking wet. The shopkeeper kicked it away, and the cat slunk out into the downpour to seek shelter. I thought of myself—an orphan, drifting, always without a home, always looked down on.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

The air was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze, adding to the sense of adventure. As they walked, they encountered their first challenge—a riddle carved into a tree trunk. “What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up it goes, and yet never grows?” Calliyah read aloud, furrowing her brow in concentration. Esmeray thought for a moment before a light bulb went off in her head. “It’s a mountain!” she exclaimed. “Mountains have roots underground, they’re taller than trees, and they reach up into the sky.”

I thought I could see someone stand on the bridge, but I wasn't sure. They had gone all out for the special occasion. The streets were incredibly clean, not to even mention the number of flowers they had decorating the shops and even the streetlights. It looked like we had straight-up walked into a magical fantasy land. "Welcome to Avian, girls." Gwen's voice sounded through our speakers. "As you can see, the streets are rather busy. It will take us some time to get to the castle." The streets only seemed to become more and more crowded as we got closer to the castle.

It was weirdly adorable. "Be good today," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head. "Always," I whispered, watching him disappear out the door. ~~~~ “Hey, what do you think crows mean? Like… if one is just staring at you, watching your every move.” I asked Sierra. "Oh, that’s bad. Crows are messengers. Sometimes from the angel of death or witches. Before my twin had her accident, I saw a crow right by her window that morning. It made this weird sound like baa and flew away."She explained.

Khloe asked surprised. "What if we get lost in the fog, I can't see in a fog and not this thick fog," she added crossing her arms around herself. "You won't get lost," Marek held her and pull her with him towards the thick fog. At first, it was quiet but the more they advance towards the unusual energy of that cave, they started hearing the sounds of a crow. crow are considered ominous creatures, they are seen as carriers of death. "Do you hear that?" Khloe asked.

He couldn’t escape. A crow. Unafraid, it hopped on the hot surface of the pickup. Its clawed feet scratched at the paint, small head twisting from side to side, curious and hungry. “Shoo,” Michael hissed. “Bugger off.” The bird would not move. Piss hammered metal, louder than he would have liked. I’m gonna jump down there and eat your pecker, he imagined the crow saying. I’m gonna grab it in my beak and tear it right off!