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- His skin was the color of a fresh bruise and stretched drum-tight over a skeleton more than twice the size it had been a moment before.
- It loomed over the hero, a dozen feet tall. Saucer-like eyes dominated its face, portholes into a world of cold fire. A crown of curling horns wrapped around its skull and became a crest down its back. Its tail whipped back and forth like an enraged snake.
- “St. George,” it said. The smooth voice sounded like an English baritone imitating Josh. Despite its polish, it made his skin crawl and left a foul taste in the air. “George Bailey. The Mighty Dragon. Such a great man does not need so many names.”
- Cairax Murrain reared up, stretched back its lips, and a mouth filled with a thousand tusks and needles grinned down at St. George.”
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 477
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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