Chapter 5
THE EYRIE OF the eagle knights perched atop the second highest tower in the City of Glass, a place where windows had been removed and eagles and their riders could fly in and out freely.
Yellow feet outstretched, Carro’s eagle glided into this dark maw that was its home. Air disturbed by its flapping wings propelled straw in little eddies to the corners of the landing area. At their tethering spots further into the building, other eagles squawked and ruffled feathers.
Carro unclipped his harness and slid off the back of his eagle. He swayed with the effects of too much bloodwine, but he forced his feet to move. Never mind the Newlight festival, there’d be trouble if he was caught drunk in the Eyrie.
Six birds stood tethered to the central bar. One of them was ripping at a mas
