A Stone's Throw (The Gryphonpike Chronicles Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
We arrived in town in the afternoon, travel-worn and starving. The caretaker for the Guild house here was a quiet and craggy old man who had married the baker. After checking our medallions against the Guild book, he offered up the keys to the chapterhouse, clean blankets for the bunks, and a large platter of hot venison pasties. After washing the worst of the swamp grit from my hair, I stuffed a third pastie into my mouth and got out my arrow bag. Drake had noted the village had two taverns and wanted to go out, which meant he was, between bites of food, currently trying to convince someone to go with him. Azyrin’s rule was no one went drinking alone in strange towns, especially not Drake.“Do not look to me,” Rahiel said as she shook a slim steel wand at Drake. “You can find someone else to watch your back while you drool over your human cows.” The pixie-goblin and her mini-unicorn were curled up on one of the upper bunks, a pile of shimmery fabric in her lap.“Hey, dipwing, who’re you calling a cow?”
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