Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

merrick snickered, a low, humourless noise. "but the dead hold many secrets."
the boy, thrown into the night from silvertip.
"i wonder what this one knew."
he stepped over the grave of the one who had been called revui in life, and let a sensuous shiver travel down the length of his spine. "let's find the ghost wandering here."
the bearwolf swept lightly beyond the taggerung, scar-circled eye flashing with a fel delight.