Wings. Kyan’s wings will be my greatest memory of this journey to the Court of Storms. Before, they were tattered and gray—much like my soul before I entered the Veil of Souls, played with monsters, and became their willing slave. And eventually, their Queen. Now, Kyan’s wings are as iridescent as moonlight on black ice. Not once is he concerned about the blinding rain raging all around us. They do not ravage his feathers. No, those pinions beat steadfast, gleaming like molten glass in the night—unwavering through any weather.
OK, but really can they get more irresistible!! I don't think she can't take it any more!!
