“Sinister is the breath that fills our wings, for what are we? What are we beneath skin and feathers?” His question was not left without an answer; Magnus made good on it. “We are the children of incestuous and obscene demons. We are scavengers. We smell the scent of death carried forth by the winds. And once we are past our decade, our thirst for knowledge and survival dims; and we consider ourselves fortunate. For with age comes wisdom, and with age comes death. A murder of crows awaits us all.”
