“Are you sure about this?" Rowan asked. "No," Lily shouted over the whipping wind. Her voice came out choked as it tried to get around her stomach, which was now lodged in her throat. "But it's the only way." Rowan looked over the side, his face serene as he timed it. Lily saw his willstone pulse as every sense in him sharpened, and he pulled her tightly against his body and launched them off the drake's neck into thin air. Lily shrieked uncontrollably, clutching at Rowan desperately as they fell.”
Book:Witch's Pyre