"Ever dearest Maggie," Corr laughed, "any passerby with wings can make you feel like you're flying, be it angel or vulture you'll likely not know 'til it drops you."

In the depth of his self satisfied wit she could once again sense a hundred razor wire teeth at her throat.

"No, life is less about the people who make you believe you're flying, and more about the one's you know will catch you."