Now, instead of
flying in my mother's footsteps,
instead of soaring
in the sky, where my soul sings,
My feet pound the
pavements of Alaria.
Monotone where there
should be cadence.
Solid when they
should soar.
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On Sapphire Wings
FantasyA fantasy novel told in free verse. Gwen runs through the streets of Alaria but dreams of soaring through its skies. Her mother's tragic death while Iryss racing sees her ambition grounded by her overprotective father. But the biannual Iryss races...
