A sample:

Her cheeks were rosy now. She felt the incense wrap her in the warmth of the room. The scent and swaying of the strange lady beyond the curtain, the reverberations of her own voice, strangely childlike and foreign as they returned to her ear; all of it threatened to hypnotise her completely.

She finished the rhyme, ending meekly, "... and thus the sailor cried the night, throve cried to heightened dreams of night, he rode the billows and the bound, his wails the swells, they echoed round, fell tumbling through the salt and deep no human ear to find. It sank and more, it dived below and in the halls of Ocean then, it amplified its sounds. And Ocean opened up his arms, and craggy tooth and smile, he welcomed in the drowning man to stay and bide a while."

Urcea blinked a bit. From behind the curtain, the undulant form of the woman now was crowned by giant wings. Sprays of rainbow-colored liquid glittered over wings which roiled with lively feathers the color of stormcloud.