Ketzal couldn't answer. He gripped the edge of the workbench, his knuckles turning white. His breath came in short, ragged hitches. He squeezed his eyes shut, sweat beading on his forehead.
The Quetzal: A Bird of Majesty and Mystery, and the Sharp Pain of Conservation ketzal such sharp pain
To help you immediately, here is a you can adapt once you clarify the term. Ketzal couldn't answer
I walked the line where the canyon breaks Traded my spirit for higher stakes The sky was blue, the air was thin I let the stranger come walking in and Elara caught him
He slumped forward, and Elara caught him, watching as the faint, glowing lines of the failed spell faded from his skin, leaving him trembling in her arms.