Winslow’s partbegins in the third chapter of Crown of Souls, The Quintessence Cycle Book 3. (Remember, this is a draft before edits.)

I won’t fail this time. Brows furrowed in determination Winslow Giorin wobbled on a thin branch of an ancient white ash tree at least a hundred feet above the ground. He caught his breath and clung to the sliver of soul that kept him attached to the branch through tern, certain he would fall at the slightest breeze or that the sweat soaking hi...