Alas De Cristal - Carol S. Brown.epub ❲TESTED❳

Her wings erupted in a blinding, breathtaking display of pure, radiant light. The scars and fractures from her ordeal didn't look like damage anymore; they looked like brilliant facets of a diamond, scattering golden light across the dark valley.

The Elders stood at the edge of the chasm, grimacing. "The winds in the rift are too chaotic," the Chief declared. "Any feathered wing will be tossed against the jagged walls. Any leather wing will be torn to shreds. We cannot save them." Alas de Cristal - Carol S. Brown.epub

The wind in the Obsidian Valley did not blow; it cut. In a world where the sky was perpetual grey slate and the ground was made of jagged, dark stone, Lyra was an anomaly. While her people possessed wings of sturdy leather or powerful feathers capable of weathering the brutal gales, Lyra had been born with wings of pure, translucent crystal. Her wings erupted in a blinding, breathtaking display

Lyra watched in horror from the safety of the lower cavern as Kaelen's squad was forced down into the deep, treacherous chasm known as the Rift of No Return. Kaelen himself was struck by a falling boulder. He managed to land on a narrow ledge hundreds of feet down, pinned and unable to fly, as a heavy, toxic fog began to rise from the depths of the rift. "The winds in the rift are too chaotic," the Chief declared

Lyra could not fly. To catch a thermal was to risk being shattered by the sheer pressure. To land too hard was to risk splintering into a million pieces. For twenty years, she had been grounded, a flightless bird forced to watch her kin soar among the jagged peaks. She was kept in the lower caverns, assigned to the delicate task of polishing the tribe’s glow-stones, sheltered from a world that was deemed too rough for her existence.