Partially awake, Clarissa’s murmured explanation chased Lia into new dreams. There, she seemed to float in the air on a pair of white wings that easily supported her body. Funny, I don’t feel heavy when I’m in my wings. But that doesn’t make sense. Matter can’t be created or destroyed, only transformed. How can a transformation make me lighter? What is going on?
Then she stopped trying to make sense as she fluttered out of a dense, gray fog, to see a bizarre sight. A shattered turret stood white and gleaming against the blackness of night, with a round moon in the background. The moon cast no light, but the turret seemed to possess its own internal radiance. It illuminated a strange shape. Curious, Lia fluttered closer and blinked her avian eyes to see a woman hanging upside down by her a
