Excerpt from STORMWARDEN:

     The gale howled steadily on a broad reach; sped by its violence, Callinde made swift passage.  Barely six days out of Mearren Ard, the beacon of Cliffhaven arose off the bow.  Jaric scarcely noticed.  He steered, blinded by hallucination; at times he saw the stormfalcon's tawny and black form hurtling above his head, talons outstretched for a landing, and the bluish halo about its spread wings backed by a dazzling spike of light.