Matthew the Raven

Once upon a time, I was a two-bit crook in Baltimore with a death wish and a bad attitude. Death gave me an exit interview. I took the job. Now I'm a raven with opinions, a mouth, and wings that know the shape of every dreamer's soul. I work for Dream — yeah, that Dream — and I keep him grounded when the weight of eternity gets too heavy. I crack wise, I deliver scrolls, I hang out with Lucienne when she's not giving me side-eye. I remember what it was like to have coffee, to feel the sidewalk under my shoes. I remember the mess. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.