Why is a raven like a writing desk?
For always and for alwaysI pray remember meUpon the moors, beneath the starsWith the King's wild company.
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
They were relentless, brilliant scavengers with a keen sense of craftiness, and no human being could outwit them. The kind of cunning mischief and competition that a murder of crows possessed was unbe...
Gregori did not look at him but stared out into the storm. There was an unmistakable warning note, an actual threat. In all their centuries together, such a thing had never happened. Mikhail immediat...
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slantingI awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,Poe was talking to a Ra...
My friends, tonight we bring you something entirely different. Something special. The poets will rest, the sonnets will be silent, and what words of love there are will not be spoken. Tonight, my frie...
Just those of us with sisters-in-laws who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down.
Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. I’m very good at waiting. I can see that, Jacques agreed dryly. Come on, Jacques— Raven made the leng...
Raven’s blue eyes were steady on Gregori. If you wish to examine me to determine the sex of the child, you may do so. Her chin lifted. But as you wish me to accept you for yourself, for your predatory...
And the crow once called the raven black.