Chapter 17
Steigan watched the fast descent of the gargaxes coming in. With their wings tucked in, they looked like darts. Darts with teeth.
Martias grabbed Steigan, tossed him onto his back, and took off at a gallop. The diving gargaxes crashed through the forest canopy. Branches turned into projectile weapons.
“It's too dark for you to run,” Steigan yelled, scrambling for a hand hold on Martias.
“You gotta better plan?”
Steigan twisted and pulled himself up on Martias' back. He braved a glance behind them to see the gargaxes flying low right behind them.
“Watch the hair,” Martias shouted
Steigan realized he'd grabbed a fistful of Martias' curly brown hair and he released it. “Sorry.”
Hearing a whoosh behind him, Steigan ducked as a gargax swooped upward and went over the trees.
