The King's Captive (Gate of Myth and Power, #1)

by K.M. Shea

I paused when I heard the coo of a pigeon and the loud sound of flapping wings, then peered up at the sky, narrowly avoiding getting pelted in the face with a french fry. Sitting on the Book Nookery sign was one of my few “friends” in Magiford, a trash griffin. Trash griffins were pint-sized griffins with the head, chest, and front feet of a pigeon, and the body, back legs, and tail of a raccoon. They typically could only be found in their home in the fae realm, but I’d been running into this particular trash griffin—he had a distinctive green and purple feather pattern on his shining dome of a head—since I’d moved into Magiford and had come to think of him as a friend. I called him French Fry, because he somehow always seemed to be carrying a couple of old fries, and he was about as smart as the paper bags they came in. Despite his stupidity, he was the only creature alive who could recognize me in my cat and human form, so take that as you will.

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