“Again, she gauged the distance behind her. Just a few more feet. But when she looked back, Dunyasha was no longer on the wire. Inej saw her bend, saw her hand reach for the magnet. No. “Protect me,” she whispered to her Saints. The line went slack. Inej fell, twisting in the air the way she had as a child, searching for her wings.”
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Leigh Bardugo,
Crooked Kingdom