Excerpt from SHADOWFANE:

     On the ridge, the Firelord stood like a rock, his face tipped toward a sky pinpricked with stars.  His expression seemed strange and remote as he slowly raised his sword.
     Light slashed the darkness.  Dazzled by an overwhelming discharge of power, the Dreamweaver glimpsed gold-barred feathers.  Above her, the light-falcon which had once summoned her to the Isle of the Vaere unfolded wings that spanned the breadth of the heavens.  The bird screamed.