A man appears behind me, grabbing me by my wings and pulling me back. He makes me let go of Mariah and I cough, him holding me to the wall by the neck, "Give her."
I shake my head and he hesitates, "Now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)