Windhaven
Chapter One
Maris rode the storm ten feet above the sea, taming the winds on
wide cloth-of-metal wings. She flew fiercely, recklessly, delighting
in the danger and the feel of the spray, not bothered by the cold.
The sky was an ominous cobalt blue, the winds were building, and she
had wings; that was enough. She could die now, and die happy,
flying.
She flew better than she ever had before, twisting and gliding
between the air currents without thought, catching each time the
updraft or downwind that would carry her farther or faster. She made
no wrong choices, was forced into no hasty scrambles above the
leaping ocean; the tacking she did was all for joy. It would have
been safer to fly high, like a child, up above the waves as far as
she could climb, safe from her own mistakes. But Maris skimmed the
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