“This was the part that confused her, every time — the absence of fear. She was suspended three thousand metres above the earth in the grip of a creature that breathed fire, and her body was calm. Her heartbeat was steady. Her breathing was even. As if some part of her — a part deeper than conscious thought, deeper than the survival instincts that should have been screaming — recognised this. Remembered this. Had done this before, in a life she couldn't access while awake.”
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