" a flutter of wings rippling the fabric of the night. “Balastair!” chirps a voice. At first he thinks it’s Cicero, but it’s not, not at all—Cicero is still in the air, still chirping and screeching in alarm. “Erasmus,” Balastair says with a small smile. “I’ve missed you. "

― Chuck Wendig , The Harvest (The Heartland Trilogy, #3)