A keening call was heard in the rafters of the great library. Birds were not uncommon in the old library. They tended to rest and nest atop the old wooden shelves. No matter how many times the staff kept trying to remove them, they'd come back and make their nests, feeding upon the bread that the students threw them and the insects that made their hope in the decaying wood of the oldest shelves. Yet there was one bird that didn't flutter and fly around in search of food, that rather than staying upon the highest shelves, stayed lower. A raven, black as night, kept an eye on the girl who read by the lamp light. Perhaps if there were any librarians awake to see the bird, they would have shooed it off. After all, they were a very bad omen.

The creature was almost motionless, only moving once every so often to preen. It would have been easily mistaken for a statue if it wasn't for those movements. Yet it would finally take to air when the girl flipped yet another page. As the black raven fluttered down, a change went upon it. Wings lengthened and turned pale. Black feathers turned into blacker hair. A hooked beak turned into a hooked nose. By the time he reached the floor, the raven had been replaced with a handsome man, tall and strapping, dark and handsome. He was clothed in formal wear, his shirt pinned impeccably, appearing almost as if the devil himself had sent him to steal hearts.

This devilspawn, this foul creature, bowed before the woman as she read. Without looking, the strange woman spoke. ”I care not for you being gone from me for so long. What need have you to disappear for so long?”

The crow-turned-man spoke in a voice that was the grinding of tombstones and the breaking of caskets, invoking the screams of every dying man to have his eyes pecked by a carrion bird. "Oh my lady, I had need of my own. The wind whispers secrets and omens to those of black feather such as I. Yet I am not without shame. However shall I make it up to you?”

The parting of the woman’s legs and the sly grin that appeared upon her face indicated exactly what she had in mind.

Heya! Thank you for reading this! I’ll cut to the nitty gritty, I’m looking for a Gothic Romance between a witch and the familiar she’s summoned. Now he doesn’t need to be a crow, but the symbology of a witch and her crow just seemed perfect for this excerpt! I’ll accept damn near anything as his primary form as long as he can move in it!

If this interests you, here’s my requirements. First, be able to write 2-4 paragraphs. That’s my minimum and I won’t go below it. Second be able to write dialogue! As in good dialogue. If you can use setting accurate speech patterns, I’ll simp eternal.

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