Flight

By Linda Jordan

Oriana must decide. Stay or leave the twisted relationship with her twin brother.

While opening their rich reclusive uncle’s house ready for his return from the hospital, they discover his secret.

A secret which informs their unhealthy obsession with each other.

Readers who love offbeat fantasy will be immersed in this world. Pick it up today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Jul 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466105737

Linda Jordan

Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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Flight

Flight

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright © 2011 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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Flight

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Flight

Oriana jolted awake from a dream as the small plane lurched and her head banged against the window. Pain clouded her vision and she rubbed her head.

Anton put his hand on her thigh and said, Just a little turbulence, darling. We’re almost there.

She pulled her leg away quickly, gazing out the window. In the dream she had been a hawk, circling, then diving towards the earth through the hot air. Pulling up at the last minute with a limp rabbit in her talons, she felt strong and powerful. The rabbit’s neck snapped as she pulsed her huge wings and rose into the cooler air near the tops of the pines, searching for a tree to perch in. Eager to taste the fresh meat and blood. The still warm body felt heavy as she surged upward. Those wings had given her a satisfying taste of freedom.

Down below, tucked into a valley, lay the enormous Georgian mansion. Uncle Edward once told them it was a duplicate of one of the family homes. The Boston one. It looked lonely, surrounded by scraggly pine trees and sagebrush meadows. It seemed he hadn’t left home after all. She shifted in her seat, anxious to get out of the stuffy, cramped plane.

The small plane lined up with the runway and descended. Two gentle bumps and they rolled along the ground. Anton was a good pilot, although more practiced with the jet. One of many things he did well, she thought, shoving her anger back beneath the surface. Her twin could be such an ass.

After they pulled up near the hanger, he unbuckled his seat belt and