“Flesh, flesh, flesh”, the crows cawed.
Jago dropped the dead boy’s ankles and sat down, catching his breath.
“Flesh”, he replied. “Save me some”, he said to the birds as they flocked down onto the corpse.
“Yes, Boy”, they kept cackling. “Yes, yes, yes. Save some for Boy.”
“You can have the eyes”, he told them. “I don’t like the eyes.”
They croaked crow laughter at this oldest of jokes between them. They knew the Boy never ate the eyes.
He’d tried once, and the meal had made him see things.
The Boy bled sweet man-blood from his nose and ears for hours, and slept all night, twitching on the stone.
— “Prince of Crows”
Art by Veronica Anrathi 👁️🐦⬛
- Wisdom comes from remembering the past and taking responsibility for the future.
Heatwave was mercyful enough and I was able to finish this one. Uh... I think Magnus is one of my fav primarchs to draw! Thank you @/QinNBam for trusting in my skills! I hope you like this one!🫂