Ruth stood in the middle of a botanical garden surrounded by eight-foot-high walls of stone. A prism of stunning colors created by ultraviolet and polarized light probed her eye’s ommatidia. Hues of unimaginable beauty ignited her sense of taste. Why—how could sight affect her palate?
Something moved or landed on her back. Turning, Ruth realized something attached itself to her. Screaming, Ruth thrust herself forward and tripped over a rock. Before falling to the ground, it lifted her into the air. It was then that she knew—the things anchored to her back were wings, her wings.
Jill Yoder 