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- A Beowolf hurtled through the street toward me. I got Crocea Mors up in time, but rather than attack, it exploded into black mist. Immediately, it became a hundred tiny Nevermore, which peppered and whipped over me, ten or more dying as they hit my sword but more pecking and cawing around my face and ears. I waved a hand to push them away.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 18]
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