There’s nothing quite like the taste of a dead man’s eye.
It’s not j ust the flavor, though there’s a good salty tang to aqueous humor. No, it’s drinking in the secrets that the eye saw, hack when it was still part of a something living. There’s no describing that, not to someone who hasn’t tasted those flying sights himself. I mean, you could try, bur whoever you talked to would probably look at you kind of funny.
Sure, it’s ghoulish, but we drink deep for a reason. You can’t possibly think we feed ourselves on eyeball cocktails, can you? There’s not enough there to keep a real bird going, let alone one of us.
No, we do this to satisfy a soul hunger instead of a gut one. Think about it, junior. If we don’t come along and suck those last images out of the eyes of the dead, then those pictures are lost forever. Gone, Even the ghosts don’t always remember them, and the worms, well, let’s just say worms don’t talk much to our kind. And it’s against our nature to let any secrets go — that’s another thing you’ll learn, kiddo. After all, you never know when a tidbit’s going to be useful
For crying out loud, stop retching and listen. If the thought of a retina hon-de-ouvre is enough to make you dial long-distance on the porcelain phone, then there’s no way in hell you’re going to be able to handle what comes next.
And we need you, kid. We need you like nobody’s business.
But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Way ahead of myself. You’ve got questions you need answered — hey, we all do, it’s one of the defining traits of the species — but right now, yours are a little more pressing than most. You want to know the important things like why do you suddenly have wings, how did you get on top of this church, and most importantly, how die hell are you going lo gel down.
Am I right? Of course I’m right. I’ve been through this a lot of times, junior. But dig your claws in tight to that cornice there, because you’ve got a lot of listening to do, and 1 don’t want you dropping off— literally — before I’m done. And when I’m done, when I’ve finished telling you about the duty we owe to Raven and the Sun, when I’ve finished telling you why your little curiosity problem is going to get wotse, and when I’ve finished explaining everything else you’re going to need to know to take advantage of what you’ve just been given — well, then I’ll tell you how to get down. I’m crappy at keeping secrets — hell, we all are, you included, kiddo — but I’ve at least got the stones to be able to pick the time and place to shoot my mouth off.
You settled in there, then? Grip nice and tight? Then settle down and get ready to have your ears talked off. I love a captive audience.

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