In any case, after trial and error and finally taking off, Childermass is happy enough to glide closer to wherever Lambert points out. If giving a giant bird monster a tour of a valley gets his mind off the previous chapter of this book, he can't really judge that. It's almost a shame when they pass over the mountains and straight out of the book's valley itself. From a gorgeous vista to endless rows of books. Even with how far Childermass has come with becoming a bookworm in his own right, the mountains would have still been preferable.
Not that he can complain now. He'll find their way over the library stacks, doing his best to avoid hitting pillars or lamps hanging overhead, but inside is somewhat more difficult. He cranes his head down, searching for a place to land, somewhere open, and it's almost as if that thought alone triggers yet another scene. They go from mountainous valley to the Athenaeum and then straight on into a span of grey, cold skies, a rocky landscape crossed with dirt roads and scant green grass, trees with barely any leaves. Childermass recognizes it immediately, somewhere out near Hurtfew, and the noise he makes is less heard than felt as a rumble through his chest.
Well, he has to land sometime, and so he begins to descend.
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In any case, after trial and error and finally taking off, Childermass is happy enough to glide closer to wherever Lambert points out. If giving a giant bird monster a tour of a valley gets his mind off the previous chapter of this book, he can't really judge that. It's almost a shame when they pass over the mountains and straight out of the book's valley itself. From a gorgeous vista to endless rows of books. Even with how far Childermass has come with becoming a bookworm in his own right, the mountains would have still been preferable.
Not that he can complain now. He'll find their way over the library stacks, doing his best to avoid hitting pillars or lamps hanging overhead, but inside is somewhat more difficult. He cranes his head down, searching for a place to land, somewhere open, and it's almost as if that thought alone triggers yet another scene. They go from mountainous valley to the Athenaeum and then straight on into a span of grey, cold skies, a rocky landscape crossed with dirt roads and scant green grass, trees with barely any leaves. Childermass recognizes it immediately, somewhere out near Hurtfew, and the noise he makes is less heard than felt as a rumble through his chest.
Well, he has to land sometime, and so he begins to descend.