Silverwing (The Silverwing Trilogy)
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Shade is a young silverwing bat, the runt of his colony. But he's determined to prove himself on the long, dangerous winter migration to Hibernaculum, millions of wingbeats to the south. During a fierce storm, he loses the others and soon faces the most incredible journey of his young life. Desperately searching for a way to rejoin his flock, Shade meets a remarkable cast of characters: Marina, a Brightwing bat with a strange metal band on her leg; Zephyr, a mystical albino bat with an unusual gift; and Goth, a gigantic carnivorous vampire bat. But which ones are friends and which ones are enemies? In this epic story of adventure and suspense, Shade is going to need all the help he can find -- if he hopes to ever see his family again.
clear as the owls hurled their sticks at the tree, flames leaping as they struck bark. It can’t burn, Shade thought desperately. It’s been hit by lightning and it can’t burn again. But it did. Sparks caught on the tree’s blackened armor, along the branches, up the trunk. With a terrible shriek, forty owls plunged toward Tree Haven, fire burning in their claws. He had to stop it. Before his mother could hold him back, he flung himself into the air and plunged toward a growing patch of flame.
unpleasantly strong. But it seemed safe, and free of bird’s nests. Hanging from the high rotting beams, exhausted, most of the bats plunged immediately into a deep sleep. Shade pressed close against his mother. His breastbone still ached from the long flight. And whenever he shut his eyes, he saw Tree Haven burning. Ariel shifted and looked at him. “It’s not your fault,” she said softly. “No one’s going to talk to me the rest of my life.” “They’ll get over it. They saw how brave you were. You
metal grate at the side of the road. A drizzle of rainwater ran through one of the narrow slits. He measured it with his echo vision in a second. Maybe, just maybe … “Fold your wings!” he shouted. Without slowing, he dropped headfirst for the grate and at the last moment, pulled his wings tight and plunged beneath the earth. Deep inside the dripping shaft, Shade peered up at Goth, his jaws fastened around the metal grate, trying to lift it. Throbb sank his claws through one of the slits, and
slow dive, straight for the waterfall. “Have you flipped out, Shade?” “Come on!” Marina reluctantly trimmed her wings and followed him. He could already feel the mist on his face. As he plunged closer, he saw that the waterfall wasn’t really a solid wall at all. The water fell differently all the way across, in fine sheets here, twisting cords there, misty plumes, heavy torrents. “Shade? What’re you doing?” And there, just what he was looking for. Like a knothole in Tree Haven: a tiny
illuminated by it. He looked back into the old bat’s dark eyes for only a moment (which was as much as he could endure) before humbly bowing his head and muttering his good-byes. By the time Shade and his mother left the elders’ roost, most of the colony was already asleep, hanging from their roosts, the newborns pressed close against their mothers, enfolded in their wings. “Wash up,” his mother told him when they’d settled back at their roost. Shade started licking the dust and grit from his