Peter Schultz

“The morning sun and the endless sky beckoned. Behind her, as if on cue, Moondagger rose on his haunches, spread his white wings wide, lifted his head to the vaults, and roared. In unison, the armory crews saluted them. Anna returned their salute, crossing her chest with her fist. “Arming master,” Master Zar asked formally. “Is the rider ready for orders?” “Sir.” Master Jason nodded, fist crossing his chest. “The rider is ready.”
― Peter Fane, The Blind Dragon

“And then there was the hole. It was larger than Anna’s fist, punched jagged into the left side of Father’s chest. A black opening. Emptiness. A hole that should not be. If I reached down into it, Anna thought, I would reach into nothing, and its steel teeth would close on my shoulder and bite . . . .”
― Peter Fane, The Blind Dragon