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The Gwyddien and the Raven Fiend

“Enough!” Llewyn shut his eyes. When he opened them the veil returned, bathing the world again in mortal normalcy. He stared at the space above the altar, where he knew the raven fiend still crouched, hidden from him now. Still watching him. Old and powerful enough, he hoped, to consider him little threat.

Boundaries he had been created to defend, long ago, on a dark night buried in cold earth, with ghostwood and silver biting his flesh...
A Land of Blood and Snow

While we waited for the hourglass, the blacksmith dug a line in the snow with the heel of his boot. This would be the starting point. Until the final grain of sand fell to the bottom, the prince could not cross it. Some of the older boys had once told me that the sand inside was the long dead ashes of Dracula himself, but I don’t know if I truly believe them.

There is no safety for us anymore in the waxing and waning of the moon.
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A Land of Blood and Snow

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There is no safety for us anymore in the waxing and waning of the moon.
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