Raven's Watch what a grand and intoxicating innocence

The ravens?

She spoke softly, as if continuing a conversation they'd already been having; as if they'd known each other a lifetime already, and this was just another day of forever that would eventually blend with the rest.

Sometimes. Anathema halted, eyes drifting away from him and to the ravens. She sighed through her nose. Maybe she did know him. Once. She couldn't quite remember, but her heart had never lied about these things as far as she knew.

Do they ever speak to you? She wondered aloud. They didn't speak to her, but she often wondered what they might say if they did.