Five Things That Never Happened in the Firebringer Trilogy
Shrieks and cries reverberated off the towering peaks that protected the Cliffs of Assembly from the harsh winds, making Illishar's ears ring, but the fledgling ignored the discomfort and sat up straighter on the ledge. All the clans were gathered, either circling high above or squabbling for position on the outcroppings below, and it would not do to appear slovenly before so many, not when his parents and his nestmates were under the scrutiny of the great flock, not with the queen so close.
Malar lay upon her own ledge close by, a great behemoth of a formel whose blue feathers caught the sun's rays and gleamed with health. Her eyes were lidded, but at this distance Illishar could see her gaze shift every now and then as she scanned those assembled. More and more gryphons were landing now, until the skies were finally emptied, but the shrieking continued to swell, and Illishar couldn't help but bury his head against his
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