Extract from the first book in the Talon series

When Crayn returned from his journey to Cajamarca, he could easily see how much Talon had grown. Talon was now over three months old and was the size of a standard dog. Since he had never seen his parents fly, he never tried out his wings though sometimes he would spread them wide and would even flap them when he was annoyed or irritated. Sometimes...

he would watch a chicken flapping its wings and then he would stretch out his wings as well, copying the chicken.
Today, something fantastic happened to change that.
Matica had just come home from school. As Talon greeted her outside, like always, she grabbed his wings on an impulse and spread them wide. ‘Talon, I think it’s time that we have a little talk about your wings.’
He tilted his head, holding his wings spread out, looking at them. Matica interpreted this to mean, ‘What about them? I don’t know what to do with them.’
‘These are wings, Talon, and with these you fly.’ She moved them up and down. ‘You are never outside when your father comes to visit, so you never see him fly. That’s not good. He’s a bird, and so are you, and birds do fly in the sky. But to do that, you
have to train your wings and make them strong.’ She helped him flap them up and down. ‘Even though you live with me and not with your bird parents, you’re not a human. I hope you know that.’