Achlys Peach

“A dam was broken. She was not just a being of flesh and bone and feather. She was not a homunculus. She was no creation of Phileander or the baroness or the crow master. No one else had named her. She was Torment, a crow's dream of being a woman, a spirit's dream of being alive and a dream of being the All-Mother up in the sky. She was a hope of once finding love without regret; she was queen of the discontented dead and mistress of this tiny, wondrous fraction of the universe that was her. And she was very fond of shiny things, so she appreciated this beautiful crown and put it on her head.”
― Silas A. Bischoff, A Crow Named Torment