Great, Golden Wings

If Lady Percivalia loved the cinematographist in her chaste wayand she thought despite all propriety that the rising, fluttering, tremulous sensation she felt when she looked at him might be a kind of lovethen she loved him because he had brought her the shapes and shadows of creatures that dwelled outside the confines of her life.

Lady Percivalia sat motionless for as long as she could so that she could savor the thrill.
To Kiss the Granite Choir, Pt. II

A heavy pressure struck Imre about the head—the air itself drumming his ears—even as his blade impossibly passed through Ariosa’s shape without slowing. No impact. No blood. Instead she blurred and before his eyes faded into the air, a ghostly mist. He swore as he caught his footing, just an instant before Ariosa reappeared with a hammer-fisted blow that jarred Imre to the spleen. Vesti met hymn with a crack and Imre’s battle-scarred blade exploded in a cloud of black and copper pieces.

Imre flung his arms into a cross of defense and flinched from the blows he knew were coming.
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The Pirate Captain’s Daughter

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Pirates of the highest tier raided poetry itself.