Chapter 8Gravity is not friendly, yet it really likes to hold onto things. I’m discovering that as I fall.
And I’m not alone.
That’s what has me worried. Worried, mind you, not panicked.
Something with wings grabs me. It’s gray, but not overly large. I think I hear it apologize as it shifts trying to hold onto me without digging claws into my skin. It’s a good thing that my slacks and shoes have already been ruined because now I’m certain I have holes in my black suit jacket.
Unfortunately the flying creature can’t bear my weight. We’re doing this combined thing of sliding and crashing down the well. A pointed tail lashes into my face. I see a flash of his aqua-blue eyes before he squeezes them tight as if summoning all the strength he can to keep me from falling.
“Let go, you oaf,” I
