But it was the wings that truly defied reality—four of them, emerging from its shoulders and hips, each one feathered and massive, moving with synchronized precision that allowed flight despite the apparent impossibility of the propulsion.
The beast was ethereal and godlike, moving through the air as if gravity were a suggestion rather than a law.
And riding it, seated with casual confidence on a saddle that looked grown from the creature rather than attached to it, was a woman.
From a distance, she appeared human because of her skin color, eight-foot height, slender build, and proportions within the normal range. But as she drew closer and Jorghan's enhanced vision focused, he saw the details that marked her as something else entirely.
