Iris threaded the feather through the bell's rope, letting it dangle where no one would easily reach. Then she climbed down into the nave.
When the sun left the world to the keepers of shadow, the city of Veros closed its shutters and the merchants of daylight counted their coins. In the alleys where lantern-glow turned to gray, a rumor moved like a cold wind: the Wings of Night had come down from the highest ledges of the old cathedral. People said the feathers were stitched from storm and the eyes that watched from them knew the weight of guilt. serpent and the wings of night vk