“Don’t let your mind conjure fancies out of your fears.” But now her mind told her such a thing as the winged lion could not exist. Yet her senses—what she’d seen, heard, and smelled—told her the creature was real. For a moment she was stunned into immobility, as if she’d been encased in a block of ice. Sensing her confusion, Urso leaned comfortingly against her, almost pushing her over. It was only then that Atalanta found she could move again. Evenor burst back out of the greenery, bow and arr...ow at the ready, and saw how shaken she looked. “Atalanta, are you all right?” “I saw it,” Atalanta said, scarcely breathing. She pointed at the empty space by the fire. “I saw the creature. It took the stag, picked the carcass up as if the thing weighed no more than a piece of straw.” “What kind of beast was it?” Evenor asked, casting about for some sign of the creature’s trail. “It was bigger than a bull,” she said slowly, “like a mountain cat but enormous. With claws, a mane, a scaly serpent’s tail…wings.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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