Ray was nearly spent. He had never flown so far or so fast in his entire life. Michael was relentless. Each beat of his wings propelled him through the air with such power that the clouds disintegrated in his wake. Ray had been forced to grab hold of the bigger angel’s belt and hang on for dear life. His eyes were watering, and his whole arm had gone to sleep, but he dared not let go. He could see the island up ahead clearly now; at first it had been a smudge, but now he could see the waves gathering around the base of the cliffs. He could just make out a ship of silver emerging from the grey rocks. Michael saw it too, and he angled his great wings so that they would come at it from out of the sun.
Judas, Evenor, Williams and Joachim had found a small hollow in the rock face where they co
