"There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure."
- J.K. Rowling, The Tales of Beedle the Bard
"They called to her in her dreams. She heard them but couldn’t find them. Their feathers littered the floor: long and shiny and black. She dreamed of flying through a forest of black trees and shiny ebony leaves, always following the raven’s song. She had six nights of this. Six nights of searching and never finding. Six nights of waking up sweaty with raven feathers in her hair."
- K. Tempest Bradford, “Black Feather”
“‘You know, when I die,’ he said, ‘Patience is going to find my soul and say to me, “You are the greatest of all my descendants. Now let’s go watch mountains crumbling, because that will be faster and more interesting than watching Mat Kartus and Beidrica Creifurn dance around each other.”’”
- work in progress