'The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in
wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet
the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked
wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her
wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She
burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected on
the harpy’s bronze breast and felt the monster shining from
her own body. So they circled one another like a double star,
and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the
two of them. The harpy laughed with delight, and her eyes
turned the color of honey. The unicorn knew that she was
going to strike again.'