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The thermals surrounding the Cherub Cliffs began to thin; Balkind's wing movements fell into a steady pattern of swipe and glide. Below them, the terrain sped by in a jumble of greens and browns: mostly woodlands with the occasional clearing. Sometimes the clearings bulged to encircle a village: faded yellow oblongs of thatched roofs, surrounding a silver penny of a pond. Toy people would halt in their scurrying or toil in the fields and the Boy guessed that they shaded their eyes to look up into the sky, while their children raced each other, pointing and shouting with excitement: 'Look – look – a griffin!' Or perhaps, he mused, having previously seen Romulus and his new recruits flying overhead, they shouted 'Look – look – another griffin!'
… I wonder if their mothers will tell them bedtime stories tonight about the lone griffin, and how it fell behind the rest of its troop.
If he were to make up a story about Balkind, he would call it "The Naughtiest Griffin". Ribbons of streams connecting one village pond to the next widened, collections of thatched roofs became more frequent, but otherwise, the landscape barely changed. They flew on, the steady swish swish of Balkind's wings against the air faded into the background. The boy wasn't concentrating on anything much, apart from concentrating hard on not thinking about what Romulus would have to say about "The Naughtiest Griffin Lad". Despite being alone and flying an inexperienced griffin over unknown territory, the boy fell into a daydream: Balkind headed in the right direction, they were far out of reach of any threat from ground, and nothing in the air – apart from another griffin – would dare attack. An experienced griffin rider knows better; an experienced griffin rider knows that danger is always present. Nothing in this world or any other competed with the thrill of soaring through the skies on a griffin's back. A thrill sharpened by the knowledge that one wrong move, one lapse in concentration could prove fatal – as the Boy was about to discover.
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Wren Prenderson; "A Ripple in Time" best hero.
"The Griffin Cryer" best Urban Fantasy. Thank you to the hard working judges and everyone who voted at the eFestival of Words, organised by Julie Dawson, of Bards & Sages.
A Raucous Time, A Ripple in Time, and The Griffin Cryer. Thank you to Julie and her hard working panel of judges and reviewers.
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