The sky above the wall was always a different color than the sky over the rest of the city. Today it was blister red, clouds swirling in a towering vortex, almost as if the wind was blowing in different directions on the other side of the wall. It probably was. The Wasteland obeyed no laws of nature.
Door to the Lost
Nate stood transfixed as the brilliant red and gold bird approached. The phoenix swooped into the oasis area, its tail feathers streaming behind like an orange comet. Sweet, soaring music filled the air as the phoenix circled overhead once before landing on a palm tree.
Flight of the Phoenix
R. L. LaFevers
A horse and cart rattled down the road. It was a fish cart with a broken back wheel and no fish. Riding atop the bench were two children, a girl and a boy, both with striking red hair. The girl was named Molly, and the boy, her brother, was Kip. And they were riding to their deaths.
The Night Gardener
“Do please help Albert, books,” said Sir Lamorak. “It’s only for a few days.”
“He mustn’t leaf through us!” said a fat red book.
“Or dog-ear the pages!” grumbled another. “No bookmarks, and always a civil tone of voice, if you please.”
Igraine the Brave