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“He felt the magic pouring through his body. The tattoo twitched and with a shout of pain Vasilli could not hold in, the creature pulled itself from his body. It flopped, bloody as a newborn onto the ground and stretched its wings. It started to cry and grew to the size of a horse before it turned to Vasilli and lowered itself in a bow.
“How may I serve, Master?â€� Its voice rasped through a mouth of venomous fangs.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“Vasilli had often wondered if the secret of Ladislav’s power was, like Samson, held within his hair. And what would happen if he shaved it off.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird