The Seven Year Crow Quotes

“Whitwick Gates was nothing more than a skeleton of what it once had been. Its bones were stripped of flesh long ago by battles fought and lost, and the dead long buried and forgotten. It was a war that never ended but was fed often enough for it to quiet and allow the town to rebuild once again.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“In a place that never changed, nothing ever felt the same. Death did that to places where it strangled their children more often than not. It had hung its hat in Whitwick many years before and waited, comfortable in the respite we rarely gave it. It was always there, always plotting, and was always sated in the end. You couldn’t starve Death. He ate his fill no matter how hard you prayed or bargained. Our demise went cheek by jowl with the coming of the Fae. It always had and always would. The mortal realm’s fate was to pay tithe to Gods who never cared much for mankind. Our God had left so long ago that none of us could remember His name. I didn’t blame Him. Most of us didn’t. We’d have left this hellhole if given half the chance, too.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“To Solas, seven years only went by slowly for the Crow. For him, in every blink of his eye, he was back and Taking another soul, like the devil he knew he was, the devil he had to be. Too much rested on how monstrous he could be, how utterly vile and terrifying he could become. He had nothing but time to perfect his song and dance. That was his curse, after all…to have life everlasting.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“The bells didn’t stop chiming. The Fae had come for their sacrifice. And they always got their Crow, no matter how many of us died beforehand.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“Foolish little Crow, you’ve unleashed the darkness onto these Golden Lands.” His laughter shoved me from the hall. “They eat at my table, and tonight we will feast on the spoils of a Crow.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“This is going to hurt. It’s your choice how badly and who suffers with you,” Solas whispered. He glanced down at my shuffling feet. “Don’t run. You’ll never run fast enough or far enough.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“Death rolled in casually, hand in hand with the night. Its purpose hung heavy as a soiled diaper on a lost and starved child. Through the reaching of the fog that crept over the dew-covered ground, its hate slinked along with it and tarnished black every inch it touched. The clouds crawled upon the earth as if the heavens had closed their doors in disgust, leaving mankind to fend for themselves. Even the Gods had turned their backs on the people of Whitwick Gates, the makers of deals with devils.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“In Whitwick Gates, where every mortal child faces the risk of almost certain death at the hands of Fae, Perdi is named the next Crow, a sacrifice to Elphame. But once inside the Sidhe, the Fae will question if they’ve taken the wrong Crow.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow