Written in the style of Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan:

Gust-riding is dangerous, even for the most experienced practitioner.

A slight miscalculation can drop you into the sea, or worse, barren desert, which is why the elders say to grasp your amulet tight before calling up the sirocco winds. Lithe Zenobia was the only one I’d met who never blew off-course. She did it with such flourish, whirling down upon her foes in a dervish-dance. Surrender to the wind, she would say, let it ride you. I tried remembering her words the day we hit the treasury; six of us, gusting down to the front steps, a flurry of robes and blades and flashing light.