fantasy excerpt – Joan Spilman

Flight, Chapter Ninety Nine

Suga was awakened from a deep sleep, his body quivering like jelly.

The high, wild cry of a falcon filled the air.

The bottles ranted and roared, but her whispers were heard.

Mirella, having given her life up for lost, was determined to guard the prince.

He had been caught in a Bottle of Breath. Suddenly. Bridon wished for the Void.

At all costs, the bottle must not be broken.

With that much gold, he could buy a young wife. Faw thought for a moment. With that much gold, he could buy two.

“Do you know of a tavern called The Fish Belly?” Oren’s voice was mild.

He was creating something. Instantly, she knew what it was.

Any sane man would stay inside. But they weren’t sane, they were desperate.