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“What a pretty bird you are," I crooned.
His struggling slowed, then stilled. I felt him cock his head.
"What a lovely bird," I repeated in a syrupy voice. "Yes, you're the loveliest bird." I stroked his back. He made a pleased muttering sound in his breast. Soon his smug silence indicated that he was quite content to remain as he was, so long as I continued my praise.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Rook's heart beat against my fingertips through his soft feathers, and my eyes sank closed as I murmured drowsy endearments to the spoiled prince nestled against my stomach, warm within a nest of blankets.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts”
― Munia Khan

“It was time to go. But René didn't move. Instead he lifted the hand that still held his and kissed it, holding it close against his lips before he let it go.”
― Sharon Cameron, Rook

“Toen ze de fabriek ontdekte, heel ver van het dorp, aan de randen van het gebied dat ze in een dag kon bereiken, liep ze er lang omheen zonder naar binnen te durven gaan. Ze werd weerhouden door het monsterlijke geluid dat ontsnapte uit het gebouw, omheind door twee rijen hoge hekken die in het midden waren ingestort en verwoest. Alles was verlaten. De hoofdingang stond open en daaruit ontsnapte een jammerklacht, half smeekbede, half uitgeputte woede, vergezeld door dunne rook met vonken die rook naar metaal, motorolie en verbrand elastiek.”
― Philippe Claudel, Een Duitse fantasie

“The caw of a rook on its homeward way,
Oh! These shall be the music for me,
For I love I love the path of the free”
― Eliza Cook, The Poems Of Eliza Cook