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As the balance between Order and Chaos shifts, the Kingdom of Freya falls ever deeper into the clutches of dark and evil forces.
Twelve-year-old Pardigan has had enough. He’s breaking into the home of one of Freya’s richest merchants, and he’s doing it tonight - while there’s still hope. But what he discovers sets forth a chain of events that will forever change the world.
Sent on a quest to complete an ancient spell and restore order to the world, Pardigan and his four friends set sail aboard The Griffin. But danger lies at every turn, and they are soon pursued by a bounty hunter known as The Hawk, who will stop at nothing to end their quest.
Can Pardigan and his friends stop the forces of evil before it's too late?
A London Times Children's Fiction finalist, The Flight of the Griffin is a unique fantasy adventure for readers of all ages.
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The Flight of the Griffin was chosen as one of the 21 Longlist finalists in the 2013 London Times/Chicken House Children's Fiction Competition.
The floorboard creaked under the sole of his felt boot - a calculated risk whenever entering a sleeping man's room uninvited.
A breeze fluttered the loose linen curtain, and the sleeper stirred at the welcome respite from the hot sticky night. The prowler slowly exhaled the breath that was starting to burn in his lungs, every sense tingling, receptive to any change in the room or a sound from the street below.
The sleeper, thankfully, continued to sleep.
The street under the second-storey window was silent, the night given up to the occasional rounds of the city watch and those set on a darker business, the never-ending cat and mouse game that went mostly unappreciated by the law-abiding citizens of the sleeping city.
The summer had been one of the hottest people could ever remember, taxing the energy of the city's inhabitants to the limit. Several of the more elderly citizens down at the port could be heard explaining that, 'in their day', the summers were often this hot, and indeed often hotter. Of course, these were the same group who would entertain the regulars at the portside taverns with tales of goblin hordes, ferocious sea serpents or the time the winters were so cold that the seas had frozen solid.
'A man could have walked from here to Minster Island without ever seeing a boat or even getting his feet wet,' was a much-repeated reminiscence. Whatever history really concealed, it was a hot summer, and this, a particularly humid night.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Ana Karen Ramírez Trejo
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