“She’s more power than speed,” Lambert grimaces. “What we need is someone who can summon a portal. Do you have a radio on you?”

Actually, maybe that’s what he should have asked her to do while he was fighting the sphinx, but he’s too late now. He steps over to the remnants of his clothes to rummage through and retrieve his sword, and his texting ring — his radio was smashed flat in the helter skelter chase he’d been through earlier. His mind is still racing, trying to figure out their next move, when he’s interrupted but a sudden blast of wind that knocks them both flat and Pig letting out a short, sharp scream.

Pig never screams.

“No!” Lambert pushes himself up from the ground, panicked, just in time to see the griffin that’s pinned his horse to the ground. She’s kicking and trying to buck it off as best as he can, but to no avail. The griffin raises its head to look at them, and Lambert feels a chill run down his spine. There’s too much intelligence in those eyes.

“Well, well,” the griffin drawls. “What have we got here?”