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O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane ...
Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two plants that have grown around each other - they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.
Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee.
Despite her mother, Raven had always been a nice girl. Yes, she would grow up to poison and rampage and try to destroy all happiness, but that was no reason not to be civil.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Cassita vulneratus. Raven awoke with a start.
Bat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.
We don't share IceWing secrets with mere RainWings, haughty sniff.
To fly from one tree to another, the raven hangs itself, hawklike, on the air. I hang myself that same way in sleep, between one day and the next.
My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.
Raven briefly pondered the phrase, "staring down the barrel of a gun". It wasn't really that accurate, he decided. After all, it was too dark to see any features down a barrel, only a black circle at the end of it.
You want to hear a riddle, you say? I know a very good one. It begins, why is a raven like a writing desk?'
She lifted her chin. 'Have you gone mad, Hatta? I can't seem to tell.'
'They are both so full of poetry, you see. Darkness and whimsy, nightmares and song.
My name is Raven Stirling!" I shout. "And I am stronger than you!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
The lion-as proud as the diamond bright, Though the spell may be clouding that radiant light-in the death of the sun what's amiss will then mend, while the raven is dying discloses the end.
Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes
wide.
Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling ...
I don't want to be a Raven. I don't want to be Nathaniel. I want to be Neil Josten. I want to be a Fox.
What's a wingding? Why, a wingding is, uh ... it's just like a shindig but without all the hullabaloo.
Ravenpaw might have made a fine warrior. His death has come too soon, and his loss will be felt by many of us for a long time." Empty words! thought Firepaw bitterly. What
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert.
A lumbering soul but trying to fly...
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings. Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapped to the eyes in his black wings.
Daring was glaring at Raven as if he could shoot arrows with his eyes. And maybe he could. She'd seen him swordfight holding the sword with his feet. And win.
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. "Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
Mad Hatter: "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?"
"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
"No, I give it up," Alice replied: "What's the answer?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter
From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Why a raven?"
"To honor my father."
"The writing under it, is that Cyrillic?"
"Yes."
"What does it say?"
"Dar Vorona. Gift of the Raven. I am my father's gift."
"The raven is holding a bloody sword."
"I never said it was a nice gift.
[...]falcon-winged, falcon-mad, like an unfalling arrow, like an unforgotten thought.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
It suits my own attitude toward the world and its people to believe that the Raven is this completely self-centered, uninvolved bringer of change, through inadvertence and accident, and so on ... It's a version of the Raven myth for today, not for the time when it was created.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
The Raven's house is built with reeds, - Sing woe, and alas is me! And the Raven's couch is spread with weeds, High on the hollow tree; And the Raven himself, telling his beads In penance for his past misdeeds, Upon the top I see.
You disappoint me, Arianne.
Said the crow to the raven. You have been disappointing me for years, Father.
My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft ... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty ... Effulgent.
Alice: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Hatter: I haven't the faintest idea.
Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Dark wings, dark words.
Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and sing
Of hope and promise on dragonwing
Darker the hell, darker the life...darker the death, darker the fear..." the painter's left-hand fingers where drenched in black color, which he kept on scrolling on white paper until he made a...
"Raven...darkest like hell and life...raven darkest like fear and death...raven...nevermore
Two Windclan apprentices were wandering toward them. Fireheart twitched his ears to warn his friends they had an audience.
"Oh, yes," meowed Ravenpaw, raising his voice. "We loners eat Clan apprentices whenever we can catch one.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? - Mad Hatter I haven't the slightest idea. - Alice
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes. "Say 'Nevermore,' " said Shadow. "Fuck you," said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.
They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair - no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.
I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
To fight the raven you may make alliance with the serpent until the battle is done.
The queen of the NightWings wants to see you.
mistress of Netherfold.
Beware the fox that makes the ravens fly.
Before the cock crows
The Raven will call
And you will be no longer."
~Asher Lake
A secret spoken finds wings.
The raven of Edgar Allan Poe has a halo that he extinguishes from time to time
("Spanish Generosity")
If the bards of old the true has told
The sirens have raven hair.
But over the earth since art had birth,
They paint the angels fair.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
Feathertail... No, don't leave me!
Liz Gorman, a fiery redhead, had been one of the founding members of the Raven Brigade.
DoveWing (talking to LoinBlaze): You got somthing wrong, what you said to ToadStep. You are the hero.
Arrow! Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and I have always recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!
I am Crone, eldest of the Moon's Great Ravens, whose eyes have looked upon a hundred thousand years of human folly. Hence my tattered coat and broken beak as evidence of your indiscriminate destruction. I am but a winged witness of your eternal madness.
Fate wings, with every wish, the afflictive dart,
Each gift of nature, and each grace of art.
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
Dorian, I have wings!"
"I can see that."
"What am I?" I asked, as chills ran up my spine.
"I - I can't be positive, because I have never seen one. But I think you're a phoenix," he said in amazement. "You are so beautiful.
High blood pressure, cheeriness at breakfast, a mellowing political philosophy, and an inability to drink more than half a bottle of proof spirits at cocktail time without falling over the fire irons all suggest dark wings hovering overhead and the impending midnight croak of the raven.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
The crow is the raven's poor cousin. They are both beggars in black, hated and misunderstood.
Fireheart recognized Mistyfoot, Silverstream's best friend. He knew she would love these kits as much as her own. But no cat could feel more strongly for Graystripe than Fireheart had, for four long seasons.
Try a RainWing. They're always asleep.
Her name Toor Pekai means "raven tresses
Obviously the raven with the unquenchable itch was at it again, playing tricks on the world and its creatures. Once by air, he thought, and now by water.
It's a Magril - a bird that's native to Gillikin Country. It spends half its life as a beetle, and when it's an adult, it goes to sleep for a year and wakes up as this majestic creature."
"Kind of like a butterfly."
"Kind of like you," he said.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
What we need, Mikhail, is Raven's calming influence. You look about as reassuring as a Bengal tiger.
Oh, and you look like a bunny rabbit, Mikhail scoffed.
From my birth I have aspired like the eagle - but unlike the eagle, my wings have failed ... Congratulate me then that I have found a fitting scope for my powers.
Raven was asking Apple to give up all known paths forever after. To lose everything that was known and safe. To spend her entire life on unfamiliar paths and wind-beaten cliffs. Every day uncertain, dangerous, treading water in a well with no guarantee of a Happily Ever After.
I'm Phoenix. The mythical bird that rises from the ashes. I've risen from fear and grief, from scandal and suffering, and from the crushing loneliness of walking with a purpose that is outside myself, but not within me. I know what's within me now, and I'm ready to fly again.
You are the winged wolf, but you will never fly ... unless you open your eye. - Jojen
My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea.
Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me.
We've sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman's ever been
And only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen.
I share my name with an aerobatic bird that can whiz across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for speed that it can scarcely cope with being stationary.
The Ravenels have always been known for their volatile temperaments."
"Thank you," Gabriel said sourly. "Now I won't be surprised when my future offspring emerge with horns and tails.
The ravening wolves are amongst us, from our own membership, and they, more than any others, are clothed in sheep's clothing, because they wear the habiliments of the priesthood ... We should be careful of them.
Always there have been six ravens at the Tower. If the ravens fly away, the kingdom will fall.
Of urgency I was feeling. "Tonight, Zoeybird? I can't wait a few hours until morning?" "Tonight." As if to punctuate my request through the phone, Aphrodite and I heard the chilling sound of a raven's deep, creepy, croaking
Run." Raven took off, Apple on her heels, screaming as a swarm of flying, crawling, leaping insects chased them. "Aah!" Apple screamed. "Aah! I mean, La la la!" Apple sang desperately. "LA LA LA LA!
Barfly n. You have the ability to talk to anyone which is an ability I do not share.
Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!'
On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!'
Before such calm external beauty the presence of a vague fear is more distinctly felt - like a raven flapping its slow wing across the sunny air.
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
Catching my breath. I watch them go. I watch them disregard gravity, the ground, and the distance between us. And though an old feeling, one of the wings, haunts my shoulder blades, I stay pinned to the window. I've learned that I cannot go with them
The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leathery wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window.
How did you know they were there?" Glory asked. "Oh wait, I forgot, NightWings are all-knowing, all-seeing and all-brilliant, right?"
"Don't forget al-wonderful and all-brilliant.
Rosalia is dressed in raven clothes forty years too old for her, so that she seems to be in mourning for her life ...
Shadows in shadows He watches through dreams Wings black as Africa Body strong as stone Done waiting The ravens call.
On the road to wisdom, behave like a raven and observe everything carefully!
In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.
A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp.