The other bikes were gaining. She galloped for the tangled hedge straight ahead, and slid both hands down the horse’s side, finding the patterns she’d slowly – and painlessly – carved into the skin. The patterns became suddenly hot, and began to glow.
Two massive, beautiful, electric-blue wings sprouted from the horse’s sides and the bikers cursed and one of them crashed and the horse ran and leaped and lifted away from the ground, over the hedge, his great wings beating at the air. China hugged his neck as they flew, directing him across the fields and ditches. She looked back, saw the bikers turn, speeding back to the road.