“White angel wings, made up from thousands of short feathers, now surrounded him. "Uh. Bird?" She pointed dumbly, unable to form a single coherent though more. "Harpie." He gave her a glare that could have killed.” — Constance Sharper Copy Share Image
“White angel wings, made up from thousands of short feathers, now surrounded him. "Uh. Bird?" She pointed dumbly, unable to form a single coherent… — Constance Sharper Copy Share Image
