Every Feather Was Made of Glass

"No one is born free, Eikin."Adamantine(happy 4th of July)
July Snip-Whippets
How familiar they all were! How blunt and unlovely and covered in flying muck and stubble—and familiar!Plenilune
She breathed in desperation with one hideous sob. “How can you live with yourself!” she screamed at him. He was turning away, walking away, leaving shadows behind him. A wretched, red-tinged rage welled up inside her and she ran after him. With all her force she grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Her voice was still a wrangled scream. “He is your kinsman! With all your magic tricks—with all your wizardry, is there nothing you can do?”Plenilune
They fell back in order, regathering and clumping into a rough square-shape that drew off, turned to beat down [FitzDraco's] pursuit, and turned to withdraw again. Lifoy was broken. He was out of the game.Plenilune
"You're gammoning me." Plenilune
When she looked at him the fox was staring off into his own thoughts with the look of one gazing at a nightmare, and when at last he spoke, still staring unblinkingly, his voice was hard but quiet. “You know that if you do it you will regret it every day for the rest of your life.”Plenilune
“That’s good down country,” said Skander.Plenilune
“All’s fair, they say, in love and war.”“How alike they are sometimes.”Plenilune
It seemed to her like the cry of every broken heart and every cheated love and every lost soul and every righteous fury that man had ever felt. There was power in it, a raging, thrashing, sobbing, terrible power.Plenilune
 “He is a good fellow, quite loyal, but he has a short temper and does not rely so on main wit.”Plenilune
When they passed into the light it was like being caught up in some other world entirely, a world in which the air was gold and every drifting speck of dirt or feather was made of glass and silver and the manes of the horses were made of thin-pulled copper.  Plenilune
“Hy my! I would not be his reputation for the world once it got under your heel.” Plenilune
“Do not you ‘watch your mouth’ at me!”Plenilune
He went off, spurs sparking light in the gloom, the sound of his boots and his horse’s shod hooves ringing on the cobbles. The mists curled around him as he mounted, he and his great gyrfalcon etched and smudged dark grey against the grey steel sky, framed by the old timber ramparts of the yard walls. He turned and turned about, settled in, and left with one last wave of his hand through the yard gate. The soft drub of the hunter’s hooves on the damp turf of the paddock rolled back to her, softly, softly…until it, too, faded into the grey of the October morning.Plenilune