fantasy, high fantasy. excerpt from Flight, Book One of the Outer Flower

Flight, Chapter Sixty Eight

She couldn’t be the Red Witch. Rizla was one of the most important players in the Dark One’s world. She had more power than a queen.

He’d drank too much and too quickly. Had he really seen a woman sporting a boar’s head enter the door?

Elymas had sent the poison in a silver chalice on a silver tray.

Lud Sellum was not a tonic, but a plant. Rare and precious.

The donkey hadn’t responded to the whip, so it had been a slow journey.

To say she’d hated her son was an understatement. She saw traces of not one, but three men.

The girl was used to abuse, yet the man riding the destrier sensed defiance as well.

Rizla flew in an indigo cloud and rejoiced at the gift of flight. Flight was the gift she cherished.

Suga stalled by kissing the top of her head. Rizla didn’t approve of his outside friendships.He wanted Gustie to live.

“I will begin as a serving girl. Big eyes, poorly clad. His tongue is rough with women and his anger will stoke mine.”