“You can never know what lies down the path until you fly it.”
The Eagle Rider Saga continues with Eagle’s Path
Have you read how the adventure began?
There’s time before the sequel arrives, to read or re-read Eagle’s Guard.
The first lines of Eagle’s Guard.
With his fingertips, Aiden sketched a shape in the air. Lines of light appeared in the wake of his fingers and remained shimmering before him, a circle with a line struck through it. It was the magical rune of Ailm, the seer. He enclosed the rune between finger and thumb and looked through. It focused his gaze and the distant Silver Eagle jumped into view. The edge of each feather, the curve of its talons and the sharpness of its beak became clear. Silver feathers rippled in the wind, wings spread wide, casting a shadow across the sun.
The Dancer at the Feast
The storm swept suddenly from the north, from the mountains. Great, grey bulwarks of cloud trailing tattered banners of snow and hail. The land darkened, the shadow dipped, long, dark waters stirred and fretted under the gales funnelling down between the crags that hemmed them in. Howling storm-breath tore at a lake beneath the precipices, hunting its craft to the shore and the jetties of the high-backed island rearing from the swell. It seemed the city-crowned mass would break loose from the bridge that tethered it to the lakeside to founder on the southern shore.
— So begins The Dancer at the Feast by G. Ian Smith
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