“What is this Corvugon you mentioned?” “They were messengers of the dead, believed to have been the beloved pets of the Death Goddess. Sizeable raptors with teeth and claws designed for tearing flesh. Centuries ago, they evoked as much fear as the dragon.” He considered for a moment that the egg tucked under the girl’s bed could’ve very well been the creature Dolion described. “These raptors … they would bear eggs like a bird, or a dragon?” “Yes. Large, black-scaled eggs, smelling of brimstone.”
