TALON, FLIGHT FOR LIFE, the third book in the Talon series

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Matica and her family are planning a holiday in Australia. She and her father travel to Cajamarca to organize supplies and air tickets. Although she misses her condors on the walk to the city, she sees wondrous scenery, rain-forest, animals and birds.

On their walk, disaster strikes. Her father is seriously injured on the way home after being bitten by a huge spider and contracts a high fever. Not knowing what to do, Matica calls to her condors for help. The wait until they arrive is the hardest thing she has ever had to endure.

Journey with Matica through her adventures, laughter and tears. Enjoy the feeling of friendship, love and camaraderie between Matica and her condors, Talon, Tamo and Tima.

Live life the fullest, as much as you can. Smile as much as you can. As Crayn said in my book: Let your smile change the world, don’t let the world change your smile.

And: Smile – it’s the most beautiful attire.

And: “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 literally, but something you can rely to, something you love doing, something to help others. Whatever it is, that makes you happy. The condors made Matica happy. You have to find yours.

I let Matica speak, she is good in explaining.

I had embraced my problem before I made friends with my condors Tamo and Tima. I held onto it and I felt sorry for myself and cried a lot, wanting to run away or something worse. But would it help me? Would it become better? Would I grow taller? No, nothing of that helped me. I didn’t have those questions when I was still in my sorrow, but all these questions came to me later, after I was loved and was cherished.One day I looked up into the sky and saw the majestic condors flying in the air. Here and now, I made up my mind. I wanted to become friends with them. I believed if I could achieve that, all my sorrow and rejection would be over.And true enough, it was over. I was loved. I even became famous. And so, if you are in a situation, with whatever your problem is, find something you could rely on and stick to it, love that and do with that what you were meant to do.

‘Humph.’ Frustrated, Matica sighed heavily then pushed her
empty plate into the middle of the table. Crossing her lower
arms and placing them on the table, she laid her left cheek onto them
and looked gloomily at Talon who stood beside her, grooming his
feathers, what he regularly did these days. ‘Talon,’ she whispered.
His head snapped up, eyeing her. ‘Should I really go with Dad to
Cajamarca or should I stay here with you?’
Mira, Aikon and Matica were sitting at the bench outside, finishing
their last lunch together. After the storm and the heavy rain
that had hit the village five days earlier for two days, it was now only
partly overcast with little rain here and there. Today was the first day
with only scattered clouds and no rain up to now.
Since the storm had settled down, Crayn had decided, with the goahead
from Pajaro, the leader of the village, to walk with his daughter
to Cajamarca, the next big city, as he had planned. For Matica it was
the last day together with her condors and the last time where she
could fly on Talon for the next five days, since it would take them five
long days to walk to Cajamarca and back. And tomorrow morning
they would set out.
Aikon, who sat opposite his sister, leaned over the table, trying to
look into her eyes but couldn’t because her eyes were only on Talon.
He accused her, ‘Mat, what’s wrong with you? Wasn’t Talon’s embrace

enough? You should be cheered up with that embrace, you know?
That’s why he did it, to cheer you up. I would have been, I tell you
that.’
Matica didn’t show him that she had heard him. She did not even
blink, nevertheless she had heard him and thought: I’m not you. I need
to know if I can still fly on the way.
Mira put her hand on his arm and whispered, ‘Aik, let her be.
Talon is the only one who can and will cheer her up and will tell her
to go. We can’t, neither of us.’
Right, Mum, Matica thought.
‘But Talon cheered her up already with that incredible embrace he
gave her,’ Aikon said, reproachful. ‘What else does she want?’ I need
to know.
‘I know, Aik,’ Mira said, still looking at her daughter. ‘I thought
it would have been enough too, but I guess it isn’t enough. It might
be enough for the time being; however, now she’s probably thinking
that she can’t fly on Talon for the next five days. And that makes her
moody again. Yes, that’s it. She’s gone back to the moody state. So I
think we have to let her alone.’
‘Hmpf,’ Aikon sneered.
Talon had watched their conversation, trying to understand what
they were saying. But now he put his attention back to his best friend.
Eyeing her, and seeing her sadness in her eyes and feeling it in her
whole body, Talon laid his beak into the nook of her arm, looking
into her face and grunting.
But Matica, not reacting to Talon’s doing, just looked at him, not
moving at all, not saying anything, not even blinking. Nothing. She
appeared to her mother and brother as if she was on another planet
far, far away.
Talon looked questionably back at Mira. Mira shrugged her shoulders
then waved her hand in front of her daughter’s eyes. Matica
didn’t even flinch, as if she wasn’t in her body. Aikon poked with his
pointing finger into her cheek. Still no reaction came from her. It
looked as if nothing could cheer her up, absolutely nothing.
Talon unfolded one wing and laid it on her back, stroking her
gently. Finally focusing her eyes on Talon, Matica inhaled deeply,
and slowly she came back to the reality, to the now. She lifted her
head. Deep lines spoiled her forehead. ‘Talon, my dear Talon, should
I really go with Dad to Cajamarca tomorrow? I mean really, really,
really? We can’t fly for a week … or can we? Will you come with
us? You see, I don’t know how long I’m able to fly on you. That’s why
I’m so hesitant to go with father. Otherwise, I would love to go with
father. But they’re five long days where I can’t fly on you, then.’ She
grabbed him around his neck and embraced him impetuously.
Talon let it happen, hanging in her arms, closing his eyes now. ‘I
can’t stand it. Please come so I can fly every day and so that I can see
you, love you. Please, Talon?’
Talon pulled out of her embrace; however, he left his wing on her
back to comfort her. Then he nodded strongly and then he screeched.
It wasn’t a loud one, but it was one to acknowledge she should go and
then he poked her in her side, even pushing her with his head.
‘Talon, are you telling me to go with Dad?’
Talon nodded.
Looking at him, she finally said, listless, ‘All right. I’ll go.’
Talon screeched the same screech as he did before.
‘What are you telling me now?’
Talon poked her in her cheek. ‘You will come every day and we
can fly on the way?’
Talon just grinned then he screeched again.
‘You tell me to go and tell me that you visit us on the way, finding
us, wherever we are, so I can see you, love you and we can fly every
day?’
Talon grinned.
‘Oh, Talon. Thank you, thank you.’ Out of sheer happiness, because
she believed him that he would come and they could fly every day,
she embraced him again, nearly falling off the bench and onto him.
But she held herself up by holding on at the table.

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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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