" She was like a feather on her father’s arm. He might forget what she was and accidentally brush her away, or wind would come and she’d be blown high, high up into the ancient arches, where a colony of gargoyles was frozen against the walls. She’d hang there, watching herself walk towards her fate, and then she’d just fly away, out into the endless sky, turning and turning. "

― Storm Constantine , Sea Dragon Heir (The Chronicles of Magravandias, #1)