Every marrow blossom opened at once.
Bone petals struck Raska's coat. Wet black centers leaned toward Jiang, and the ancient flight rib twisted between her pruning spear and Maelin's blade.
"Cut the blossoms," Kessa said.
"They grow back from the vine."
"Then cut the vine."
"That is the part holding your wing."
The wounded joint tore through another black scale.
The split raced toward Maelin's empty joining scar, then forked upward through the clear channel carrying the wounded wing's next stroke. A section of lower wall tilted into the bay. Broken stalls, loose feathers, and one empty molt cage slid toward it.
Hest disappeared beneath the dropping flight wall. Valea caught the bent yoke with both hands, but its crosspiece turned in softened glass and sent her shoulder-first into the lower rib.
Myrn hit the outside of the wing.
