TALON, ON THE WING, second book in the Talon series


What Matica has dreamed ever since she first befriended the condors is actually happening.
And now the adventures begins.

Finally accepting Matica into their community because of an incredible event, the people from the village love seeing her with Talon and demand she tell them about her adventures with the condors.

Matica is now happy to be small because she can do what she has always dreamed of – fly. She is accepted and loved, and because she is so small can have incredible adventures with her beloved Talon. In the meantime, her friendship with Amos continues to grow…
In this book, she has scores of adventures and near disasters with Talon.

Quotes from the book:

‘Size is nothing. The heart is all that counts. And you have the best, softest and most caring heart I ever have encountered. Because of your heart, you survived the hardship the Indians have put you through.’
Matica smiled. ‘Thank you, Amos.’

“But now they (the Indians of Peru) slowly understand that disability is not a sickness or whatever else they thought I have.”

“Be you, yourself, be happy again. Don’t let life pass by you. Don’t look back, look into the bright future. The future is as bright as the promise of God. Smile – it’s the most beautiful attire.”

‘Sometimes the worst and greatest problems in life cannot be solved. They can only be outgrown.’ And I have been outgrown them. Many times, I might say.

“I can do it. These four words are the most power-filled words.”
“Let your smile change the world, don’t let the world change your smile.”
“If you don’t know how to go on in life, whatever it might be, even if you have a disability, find a ‘condor’.”
Not really, for not everyone can find a condor, but whatever they would like to find and love, as Matica loves Talon.
That is just what Matica does in my book, TALON, COME FLY WITH ME. Now she can handle every obstacle…

From the Inside Flap

Yay, we are flying!’ Matica yelled breathlessly, utterly thrilled.
‘We really made it. Yee-hah!’ Were you afraid you would chicken
out? a voice asked her in her mind. She had to grin. Yes, I was but not
anymore. We did it.
For long minutes, with her cheek pressed to Talon’s right shoulder,
her arms around his neck, she just enjoyed the impression and sensation
of his feathers on her cheek. Lying on his back, she saw only his
outstretched, locked-in, never ending wing of brown feathers with
grey patches.
In the distance, looking further and beyond his wing, she could
see mountains rising up high; however, in the next minute her head
snapped up. Wondering where they were, she looked down past his
shoulder. And seeing the village under them, she watched the activity
of the Indians for a while until she said, amused, ‘Our village
looks like an ant hill from up here. Well, Talon, you always see our
village like that, don’t you, but it’s new for me.’
Matica felt Talon nodding but wondered why he wouldn’t say
anything. A few seconds later, as she looked down again, they flew
over high, snow-powdered peaks of the magnificent Andes. That was
fast, she wondered. We were just over the village and now we are over the
Andes. Well, I guess Talon is a fast flyer.
Looking down at the fast moving peaks as Talon flew over them,

she felt dizzy and looked quickly ahead at the vast Andes. In the far
distance, she saw a wall of dark and gloomy looking clouds with a
huge rainbow stretching over the horizon.
A few minutes later she looked down again. What? she wondered.
How is that possible! The scenery is changing way too fast. Everything
seemed flat now but colourful. There were several shades of greens
and browns, greys, even yellow with specks of blues and reds. ‘How
can the vast Andes vanish so quickly?’ Matica said.
Matica turned her head to look backwards past Talon’s wing but
couldn’t see any better. Then she lifted her upper body to look past
Talon’s neck and down again. ‘It’s an optical illusion. Must be. Or …’
her voice was high-pitched with agitation as another thought wormed
itself into her mind. ‘Talon, did you spiral up this high so that the
mountains vanished from sight? I mean, I can’t see the differences any
more, if there are mountains down there, or if there is flat land down
there. And now I can see only the colours of the ground.’
She looked up. A white fluffy and puffed-up cloud seemed to hang
directly over her. Instinctively she tried to cuddle deeper into Talon’s
body and cried out, agitated, turning her head to look in fear at the
white cloud. ‘Talon, what are you doing? You are that high! I know that
much now. Talon, do you …’ she gulped as her tone of voice changed to
a low mumble, ‘want to go through that cloud and bring me to heaven?’
As I thought so often before, she then thought. She buried her face into
his feathers. ‘That’s really nice of you,’ she then continued, speaking
into his feathers, ‘but is it possible? Will the clouds let us through?’
However, Talon wouldn’t change his course and wouldn’t say anything
‘Talon,’ Matica wondered, raising herself up with her hands on
Talon’s shoulders, ‘what’s the matter? Why don’t you talk to me anymore?
That isn’t like you.’
As he still wouldn’t talk, she tried to press her body deeper into
Talon’s back with her arms winding around his neck, her feet
clamped around the beginning of his tail, awaiting the impact of the
cloud on her back. Her heart seemed to stop beating as she squeezed
her eyes shut, not wanting to experience that.
But after a few seconds without feeling or having the sensation of
colliding, crashing or bumping that she had imagined going through
the cloud, she felt moisture on her face and hands. Surprised, she
opened her eyes and lifted her head. A light greyish thick and murky
substance surrounded them. She narrowed her eyes because she
couldn’t see anything, staring into the murky substance. She wanted
to push that away with her hand but dared not let go of Talon’s neck.
What is it? I want to see, she thought. But then she understood what
the substance was. She mumbled, overwhelmed, ‘We’re inside the
cloud. It’s just like fog in here.’
A few seconds later, they broke through the top of the cloud and
the sun shone on them once more, warming them since she realised
how cold and damp it was in there. Dewdrops were glistening
and sparkling all over Talon’s wing feathers and herself. Before they
could vaporise, she licked some drops off her hands but in doing
so, her gaze fell on the top of the clouds. ‘Whoa!’ she cheered. ‘Look
at the beautiful looking clouds under us. They look like puffed-up
cotton wool, or like snow-covered mountains.’
Gazing at the wonders of the clouds from above, she was aware
that Talon was riding on the clouds, riding them out smoothly and
bouncing gently from cloud to cloud. Up and down, right and left he
went as the clouds were formed.
Presently, directly in front of them, a dark and dirty-looking cloud
puffed up high in an invisible and undetectable current. To Matica it
looked like a solid mountain peak but a mountain peak that increasingly
moved, twirled and twisted. In one stage it fell together, nearly
disappearing, then it puffed up again, even higher than it was before.
‘Talon, don’t enter it –‘ But it was too late. Talon didn’t hesitate for
a second. He flew right into it.
Nevertheless as the cloud swallowed them up, they were roughly
pushed and pulled and hauled around. Matica grabbed Talon’s neck
harder to avoid sliding off him and cried out, ‘Whoa!’
Presently Matica thought, if that cloud is forming a storm and we’re
still in it, what will happen to us, to me? Nothing will happen because Talon
knows what to do and will not take me into danger. She gave herself up to
Talon, trusting him completely. I don’t know anything about clouds. Do
I have to study clouds when I fly with Talon now? But again, do I need to
know? Talon knows the cloud formations. That’s all we need. Can’t tell him
what to do anyway. He is flying where he wants to go.
Blinded by the smoky dark cloud that surrounded them, both were
thrown around by the unpredictable current, left, right, then up and
down, then left again. For a few seconds of flying level once more,
still in the smoky cloud, they suddenly dropped a metre down into
a wind pocket. Never thinking something like that would happen,
her legs lost the grip on the beginning of Talon’s tail and they were
floating a few centimeters above him.
Matica yelled out, ‘Whoa!’
With her hands and arms clamping around his neck and trying
not to give in to the gravitational pull that wanted to drag her away
from Talon, Talon flapped his wings desperately to catch up with her
legs, but, as gravity always has an effect, Matica’s legs fell back on his
body again.
Just as she wanted to clamp her feet around the beginning of his
tail again, Talon’s wings were pushed down with such force that Matica’s
legs were hauled off once more, even higher up this time. She
flew alone in the air, above Talon, with the force pulling hard at her
arms. Her poncho flew up and fluttered around her legs. Her hands
started to ache as her knuckles went white holding on at Talon’s
neck. I hope I’m not strangling Talon. Would he come after me and catch
me if I tumbled away? I won’t try it, won’t let it happen.
But as quickly as that happened, Talon rose up again through
another updraft and caught her legs on his back once more. Quickly
she wrapped her legs tightly around the beginning of his tail and
rejoiced that she had managed so well under those conditions, whatever
they were! She also eased off her grip on Talon’s neck.
But the cheer was too early. They weren’t through yet.

From the Back Cover

Coming home and seeing Talon standing on the table, Aikon
beside him, Matica was happily surprised. As Aikon walked
away to watch them from a safe distance, Talon craned back his
head and screeched a welcome; then, as Matica climbed the bench,
he bent down to her and rubbed his head against her cheek.
She embraced him. But soon he twisted his head out of Matica’s
embrace and spread his wings slowly in his most impressive way,
then he grunted.
It was the first time that morning that Matica smiled. She hopped
down again to help her mother with the lunch.
Hopping down himself, Talon stopped her and did something
Standing in front of Matica now and looking into her eyes, she
looked back at him and wondered what he had in mind, he slowly,
very slowly lifted his wings and embraced her with his wings, pushing
her towards his belly. She lay on his chest and cried. She couldn’t
help herself. The tears mingled with his breast feathers. ‘Oh, Talon,
how did you figure that out? That’s wonderful.’ She hugged him
tightly around his tummy. ‘You want to cheer me up, right?’ He
grunted. ‘It’s so cool.’ She buried her face and hands into his feathers
through to his warm body.
She heard a loud ‘Whoa!’ from Aikon.
‘Matica!’ she then heard her mother calling, ‘I heard you coming
home, but I can’t see you. Where are you? Why are you hiding? Talon
is here and waits for you.’
‘I’m here!’ Mira heard a muffled voice from Talon’s direction.
‘Why are you hiding behind Talon? Yay!’ she then yelled out when
she saw her daughter’s feet standing between Talon’s claws, ‘are you
… no, that can’t be. Yes? You’re in there?’ Mira looked between Talon’s
wing-feathers. ‘Whoa!’
Talon slowly opened his wings. He grinned at Mira and Aikon
then he stroked Mira’s cheek then Aikon’s with his wing. They were
speechless. Finally Matica asked, ‘Mum, in the morning you said
that Talon would comfort me. He just did. How did you know?’
‘I didn’t know,’ she said absentmindedly. Then, ‘Did he do that by
himself? I mean, to embrace you like that?’ Matica nodded. ‘That’s
‘It was, Mum, believe me.’
Talon grunted at Mira then hopped back on the table and walked
from one end of the table to the other with imposing, widespread
‘He’s demonstrating his beauty again. He hasn’t done that for a
while.’ Mira, shaking her head, went inside to get the tray with the
lunch. ‘That bird,’ she mumbled.
When she came out with the tray in her hands, Matica advised,
‘I don’t think we can eat at the table, Mum.’ Both smirked at Talon.
‘Well, maybe he’s still listening to me. Should I try?’
Aikon nodded keenly and said, ‘Will be interesting.’
‘Go ahead, Mum.’
‘Talon,’ Mira said to Talon, ‘thanks for making my daughter laugh
again and comfort her in such a wonderful way. But how can we eat?
See that tray I’m still holding?’ Talon turned around and looked at
the tray. ‘I need to put it on the table. So can you please get down?’
He grunted and walked on with his head high in the air. Mira put
the tray on a free corner of the table and grabbed his tail. He turned
around, pulling his tail out of Mira’s grip. ‘Talon,’ she pointed at the
tray, ‘see that? That’s our lunch and we would like to eat it at the table,
not on the ground or in the air. So … how about it?’
Talon looked at Mira’s pointed finger then into Mira’s eyes and
grinned. Next second he grunted loudly and, snatching up a lonely
sandwich that wasn’t on a plate, hopped down. Looking at Matica
sheepishly with the sandwich in his beak, he laid it on the ground
and ripped it to pieces, eating it with great enjoyment, especially the
two slices of salami Mira had put in.
Grinning, Mira and Matica watched him, surprised, then looked
at Aikon.
‘I didn’t teach him that,’ Aikon defended himself, lifting his
hands, palms up.
‘All right, all right, no one is accusing you, Aikon,’ his mother said,
still laughing. Then to Talon she said, ‘You impossible bird, you.’ But
Talon wasn’t listening; he just ate his lunch. ‘How did you know it
was for you?’
Talon just looked at her then at the tray.
Mira grinned. ‘So, you thought I made it for you, hey? Well, I did.
All right.’
‘Mum,’ Matica asked, surprised, ‘you made one for him? You knew
and bribed him for that?’
Mira just grinned, and continued acting innocent. ‘As if I knew he
would do that. No, not true, I didn’t know.’
When he finished, Talon laid his head on the table.
‘Yeah, yeah, I know,’ Mira said, patting him. ‘But now it’s our turn
to eat.’
As they sat down, Matica said, ‘Do you think that counts for obeying
‘Well, I would say in a way, yes.’
Matica said, ‘I think he taught himself. No, I know how it was. It’s
your fault, Mum. You pointed at it. I wondered about it, now I know.
And clever as he is, he put it together as well and took it. He knew
you made it for him.’
‘Is that so?’
‘He’s cheeky today. Look at his eyes. Who knows what else he has
in store.’
Aikon said, ‘Yeah. First the embrace, then stealing. What else,
hey? You’ll have the day of your life flying today.’
Mira just said, ‘Humph.’
‘You and Mum and Aikon,’ Matica said to Talon, ‘will be very good
friends while Dad and I’m away. You can look after Mum and Aikon
if you don’t come with us, between, I mean.’ She pointed to her
mother and Aikon and Talon looked at them and nodded, obviously
knowing what was expected of him. Matica thought: He understands
so much. Can he really, or is it my imagination, my wish? Then she said,
‘Talon, I want you to know, and I hope you know, that I am and I
always will be your friend.’ Talon kissed her on the nose then rubbed
his head against her chest, grunting deeply.
‘He knows,’ Mira said, nodding.
While they were eating, Matica remembered what Nunoa had
said. ‘Mum, Nunoa said that the birds would come with us and look
after us. Dad said that too, but he wasn’t as sure as Nunoa sounded.’
‘I like Nunoa’s idea.’
‘Matica,’ Aikon declared. ‘When I talked to Talon before you came
home, I saw that he had a leaf in his beak. Since when is he eating
‘He did?’ Matica was surprised. Thoughtfully she put her finger
over her mouth, then tapped it. ‘He’s not, normally anyway, but
maybe, maybe …’ She let the sentence hang in the air as her thoughts
went wild.
Mira and Aikon just watched her as her features changed from
sorrow to happiness, to pleasure and joy. Will he fly longer with her?
Flying over the mountains again? Seeing the puma again? Or, something
entirely new?
But that is another story.



About Gigi Sedlmayer

Gisela (Gigi) Sedlmayer was born on 19 May 1944 in Potsdam, a suburb of Berlin in Germany. Her family escaped to the West just before the infamous wall went up. They moved around in Germany until finally settling in Munich where Gigi studied architectural drafting and met Albert in 1965, marrying in December 1967. She worked as a civil draftsperson in various private consultancies in Munich. Since her uncle was a writer, she tried to write short animal stories herself. Nothing further came of it, but she developed a love for the written word and started to consume books. In May 1975, Gigi and her husband moved to New Zealand. Because of language challenges, she started a handicraft business. As a specialty, she made colourful parrots of which she sold thousands in a few years. In 1988, they decided to adopt and became adoptive parents of twin girls the year after. They lived in New Zealand for eighteen years and moved to Australia in September 1992. Two years later Gigi was diagnosed with cancer. After operations and radiation, she withdrew, thinking that she would probably soon be dead, like her friend who died of cancer, but her two little girls gave her the courage to keep going. After a few years, still among the living, her brain started to work again, so she thought, 'Get a grip on yourself and do something good with your life'. She remembered the time she wrote short stories and got inspired again, seeing her husband Albert writing the story of their adoption. Her English became increasingly better so she pressed on to develop her creative writing. Albert taught her how to use a computer and she wrote many short stories. She entered them in competitions and often got very good reports back, which gave her confidence to go on writing. One day the idea for the TALON series came to her and she spent the next several years bringing the story and the characters to life. She now loves writing and spends most of her time at the computer, developing new story lines. She also loves travelling, 4x4 touring, swimming, gardening, handcrafting, reading, fossicking and enjoys good adventure DVD's or going to the movies.
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