“He hunched his shoulders, tucked his head and whispered, sadly, I understand. I am the Solitary Raven, doomed to be alone and lonely, spurned by all. – I can’t have you shouting in my ear like that. I can’t think straight. I will go to my field and contemplate my own wretchedness. In the rain.”

“He hunched his shoulders, tucked his head and whispered, sadly, I understand. I am the Solitary Raven, doomed to be alone and lonely, spurned by all. – I can’t have you shouting in my ear like that. I can’t think straight. I will go to my field and contemplate my own wretchedness. In the rain.”

— Antonia Hodgson