A great flock of rooks which filled the air with their Rooky gossip, was flying straight home to an old gray ruin just visible amongst some ancient trees.
"Alec Forbes of Howglen"
George MacDonald
I was actually shivering by the time Sid got to: "Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the Rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse."
"No Great Magic"
Fritz Reuter Leiber
Perhaps, instead of 'the Dark One,' a peasant would say, 'What is the Rooky One?
"Modern Mythology"
Andrew Lang