If someone had told Merry that by the end of the week, she'd be holding Will Knight's hand, she would have laughed in their face. But there she was, ten thousand feet in the air, squeezing his big hand for dear life. She was probably crushing his bones, but she couldn't seem to loosen her grip.
The land was so far away, and as for this little tin can they were packed into…whose genius idea was this? Was this legal? Would someone really pay to do this?
Cotton tufts of clouds floated around them. She had the wild impulse to reach out and snag one, catch a ride with something that belonged up here. She'd ridden in airplanes before, of course. But on a commercial flight it was easier to pretend you weren't rattling through the air in something that belonged in a pantry. The outside air was r
