How their music could sound like thecaterwauling of a razor-raptor in its death throes was a complete mystery. I never cared for Bronnn Pallln, you know, she said softly. It was dark, for one thing; and for another, it was cold. Riane finished the chanted spell, feeling the weariness seeping through her.
Rada seemed amused. Now she realized what it was, this bird. His eyes seemed far away. Oh, Kirlll.
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