Chapter Forty-Two
This is when I realize that it doesn’t just feel like Kit is flying.
She is actually flying—a fact highlighted by the frantic beating of her giant wings.
“Is she one of those Great Eagles from Lord of the Rings?” I mutter as I watch us fly above the projectiles.
“No,” Felix whispers in a petrified voice. “I think she’s the roc.”
I look at Kit’s wingspan.
Yep.
She could easily be the roc—an enormous bird of prey from Middle Eastern mythology. Like with the firebird, the legends about the roc must be based on something in the Otherlands.
Those pre-Mandate Cognizant must’ve loved to brag. Especially about weird birds.
“I didn’t realize Dwayne Johnson was one of the Cognizant,” I say, hoping that a bad joke might calm Felix and myself down. “Nor did I know The Rock c
