Chapter 32 The Wings Of The Withered Moon

• The air on the Dragon-Roost was so thin it felt like breathing needles, but for the first time in her life, Anna’s lungs didn't burn.
• She stood on the edge of the obsidian landing platform, her hair—now a permanent, shimmering white-gold—whipping around her face. Below, the Iron Peaks fell away into a sea of clouds that glowed with the sickly violet light of the approaching eclipse.
• "They're ready, my Queen."