firebird

I had no idea how we were going to get him to the Firebird.

Even the firebird felt more at home here than he did.

We got out of the Firebird and took the stairs.

Peter had heard him called the Firebird, and now he understood why.

He fell like the firebird had out of the air, and lay still.

She was speaking quickly now, and Firebird felt small in her chair.

Then they saw the blood on the firebird, and a whispering began.

That had always been a point of pride to Firebird.

Firebird laid a hand on the chair next to her own.

I looked at the Firebird and thought there was something strange about it.

Firebird set both hands on the back of the large black chair beside her.

Firebird drew a deep breath and looked up at her mother.

But no matter the model, the Firebird is fun, with dash and good looks.

His eyes flicked at the firebird, then back to her.

It took Firebird a moment to realize that she was expected to follow.

From Firebird's memory he almost knew it already, but not in his own flesh.

When they reached its end, Firebird could see clearly into the kitchens.

Firebird felt that she should respond, but her emotions seemed dead.

"Then Firebird and the babies are finally out of danger."

That's why it had to have colors, the gold of the Firebird.

After a time, she transferred her gaze to the firebird.

Firebird composed herself to stand steadily to the very end.

Coming here, he must face you or the firebird.

"What I would like to see, unless you have some objection, is the firebird."

She heard his cry deep in her mind: the firebird's voice torn free.