Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
‘Fast on two legs. Talons like an eagle’s, only much larger, at the ends of those legs. Their arms are blades—’ ‘Blades? What do you mean?’ She shrugged. ‘Bladed. Blood-iron. Their eyes are hollow pits. They stink of urns in the dark circle. They make no sound, no sound at all.’
