From The Womb Of Fire, When Dragons Meet (32)

As over earth diverging winds may blend increasing power with one warring mind; can fire and ice be spewed from one fountain possessing properties unique to its kind; yet, infused with elements that readily bind? Wherein lies the spark that may consume them; ignoring their differences, hopelessly blind, as said of dragons, it is said of men, happily seduced then lured to the witch's den. When dragons meet cavernous foundations tremble; earth beleaguered by their vast winged strokes, structural mountains easily dissembled, gnawing at the threads of gargantuan ropes supporting the footbridge to man's heavenly hope. Mirren raised herself shrieking, craning her neck; Mavros entered, his black skin whitened by snow, her ice-blue eyes lit and a coldness pressed with claws full exposed lunged for his unguarded breast.