“You do know, my love," Raven called teasingly, that you have to play Santa Claus at the Christmas party for all the children." Mikhail lost the image—that of an owl—in his mind for the first time in hundreds of years. His body plummeted thirty feet, nearly hitting the top of a tree before he recovered from his shock. Even within the owl's body, he shuddered. "You may rid yourself of that notion at once.”
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