... The creatures waitedand waited ...And the chieftainess got tired of waiting and allowed her gaze to wander elsewhere. ...
"They're comingthe mighty lordsthe Lords of Piksenvilleon ferocious, fire-breathing steeds!" ...
The Chief Angel of Death stared in the direction of his mate's raised claw.... He signalled: "All right: in for the kill." ...
Then, as one, two cruel, open beaks jerked downwards.
Left to die in Lazaronia's desert, Mark learns Esmé is aware of his plight. But she is nearly half a world awaywith not enough time to stop the fearsome vulcarrions known as the Angels of Death from tearing him to pieces.
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