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“When I wake I ask myself, how much longer before they will just let me die?" - Tier, Clutch”
― J.A. Huss

“Be winged. Be the father of all flying horses," roared Aslan in a voice that shook the ground. "Your name is Fledge."
The horse shied, just as it might have shied in the old, miserable days when it pulled a hansom. Then it roared. It strained its neck back as if there were a fly biting its shoulders and it wanted to scratch them. And then, just as the beasts had burst out of the earth, there burst out from the shoulders of Fledge wings that spread and grew, larger than eagles', larger than swans', larger than angels' wings in church windows. The feathers shone chestnut color and copper color. He gave a great sweep with them and leapt into the air. Twenty feet above Aslan and Digory he snorted, neighed, and curvetted. Then, after circling once round them, he dropped to the earth, all four hoofs together, looking awkward and surprised, but extremely pleased.
"Is it good, Fledge?" said Aslan.
"It is very good, Aslan," said Fledge.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

“I teetered on the edge of this decision like a tall, delicately balanced stack of books, ready to fall at any moment. I felt like the book in the middle, the one that would decide which way the stack fell. This decision would decide the fate of not only my life but of an entire kingdom. All of it, everything around me, depended on me.
Which way would I make the stack fall? Would it be an awful crash that we could never recover from, or would it be a glorious crash and a start to a new way of life?”
― Kaytlin Phillips, World of Silence