The Rift Witch
an excerpt

Freya had to squint and hold a hand above her eyes to see the mark without blinking wildly.

It seemed to be about 20 metres long, and five metres wide. It was not as high up as the clouds, but the tallest trees in the woods nearby would not be able to reach it. The edges of it rippled and flickered black and orange, while the insides writhed with the movement of indiscernible shapes.

"It's beautiful."

The words startled Freya, who whirled around at the sound of them, breaking the spell of the scar in the sky. Where had all the people come from? There were twenty or thirty or perhaps even more of them, all slowly walking to the shadow on the ground while staring up at the heavens.