An extract from the Firebird Chronicles:
In the centre of the clearing, a colossal flower blossomed. It sat on the ground, its tulip-shaped bowl surrounded by Trillium buds. Its petals looked as soft as swan feathers, but it was four times the height of Felda. Around the flower, tiny birds hovered, their wings flashing green and blue. They hummed as they beat. The birds seemed to be tending the plant, their beaks stroking its petals, before flitting away to the surrounding branches. As they tended the plant, they chirruped and whistled. A rich scent like sugared almonds and honey lingered in the glade.