“A hippogriff flew past, trailing laughter. It came so close to Will that he could smell its scent, a pungent mixture of horse sweat and milky pin-feathers, and feel the wind from its wings. Its rider’s hair streamed out behind… — Michael Swanwick Copy Share Image
“(Cal) “I was thinking, maybe you’d like a livelier mount, since you’re obviously a skilled rider.” She glanced at him sharply. The fact that he’d paid her a compliment sank in her consternation at the thought of a more forceful… — Norah Wilson Copy Share Image