TALON, CONNECTED, the fourth book in the Talon series

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TALON, CONNECTED is the fourth book of the epic adventure series TALON.

Matica lives in the small village of Pucara with her brother, mom and dad, who is recovering from a near-death experience. Her 11th birthday is coming up and the things she is about to encounter proves she is very brave.

Events take a sudden turn when she is invited to see Elcano, the very old and frail father of the village elder Pajaro. Not once, but three times he summons her. She is afraid of him but he fascinates her. He calls her ‘his daughter’ Why? The amazing things he is about to tell her could be life-changing, things she had never thought about.
Matica nearly jumps out of her skin at what she is told. ‘Who me?’ she questions herself. ‘Really me?’
Will Matica be able to cope with these life-changing disclosures?
In the midst of all this, the poachers are back, looking for eggs and birds – and Talon.

TALON, CONNECTED is far more than a kids’ story. It is a story about growing up, friendship, and the challenge of moral choices and respect. Ride along during the ongoing adventures of Matica and her best friends, the condors Talon, Tamo and Tima, characters many readers already know and have learned to love.

After I had decided to make the story about Matica and Talon as a series, I spend 3 whole days in the library to learn everything about Peru, their people, the land and of course about the condors. In that time, nothing was available in the Internet as it is now. I also couldn’t find any real good pictures of condors. Now there are so many good ones. Love them all.The first book TALON, COME FLY WITH ME is actually the introduction how Matica is feeling about her new live in Peru. And so she is finding the condors and made friends with them. Poachers stole their egg and Matica with her father rescued it again. And so Matica is incubating it and calls the chick Talon. She also trains Talon to be the majestic bird he has to be and helps him to fly.  The second book: TALON, ON THE WING is all her incredible adventure flying on Talon after an accident.The third book: TALON, FLIGHT FOR LIFE. She and her father Crayn venture to the next big city to get medication and food they can’t get from the local Indians and the tickets to get back to Australia for a holiday. On the way back something very bad happens. Only Talon could and will rescue them and help her father not to die. The fourth book: TALON, CONNECTED is completely different. She learns how to live with the Indians and help them.I am working on the fifth book: TALON, HUNTING THE HUNTER. It is the end of the poacher.Book six, they have the holiday in Australia and find out that they have to go for a year to India to replace a missionary who is going on holiday. Matica misses Talon very much, but encounters other incredible adventures.Book seven and eight and nine, in India. And then they are coming back to Peru. And what she encounters there then.

From the Author

I let Matica, my main character, speaking in her own voice. It’s best to describe her: My name is Matica and I am a special needs child with a growth disability. I am stuck in the body of a two year old, even though I am ten years old when my story begins in the first book of the Talon series, TALON, COME FLY WITH ME. Because of that disability, (I am saying ‘that’ disability, not ‘my’ disability because it’s a thing that happened to me, nothing more and because I am not accepting it as something bad. I can say that now after I learned to cope with it.) I was rejected by the local Indians as they couldn’t understand that that condition is not a sickness and so it can’t be really cured. It’s just a disorder of my body. But I never gave up on life and so I had lots of adventures roaming around the plateau where we live, with my mother’s blessings. But after I made friends with my condors I named Tamo and Tima, everything changed. It changed for the good. I was finally loved. And I am the hero and I embrace my problem. In better words: 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 did it help me? Did it become better? Did 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. And I never run from conflicts.

Mira, after she had carried her daughter into her bed,
undressed her, put her pajamas on then tucked her
in, sat at the edge of her bed and watched her for a few seconds
longer, thinking, My darling, you have proven yourself
today. You are as strong as I thought you would be. I’m so proud
of you. Well done.
Matica had fallen asleep sitting on the table telling her
and her brother Aikon everything she had seen and experienced
walking with her dad to the big city of Cajamarca
and back. On the way home, after they had visited the Inca
dwelling, a nasty, huge, black and hairy spider with long
legs and a large, round body – as big as a dinner plate – had
bitten her dad on his ankle twice, as they had found out
later. Seeing the bite, they treated it with the leaves the condors
had given her dad. He suffered a near-death experience
while having a bad reaction to the bite and the poison. She
also told them how tormented she had been, that she didn’t
know what to do until the birds had found them through a
raven, as she believed it was.

Matica nodded. ‘That’s what Elcano meant before when
I was with him. Dad and Mum said it as well when Tamo
came. We are all connected.’
‘Yes, true, I heard your father saying it. But I believe that
state is through you. Tamo felt your sadness, or something
like that.’
Matica nodded. ‘Could be. Yes.’
‘I better go and leave you to it.’
‘Thank you, Amos. See you tomorrow.’
He bent down and kissed her tenderly on her cheek, leaving
his lips longer on her soft skin, then he said, ‘I love you.’
Matica entwined her arms around his neck, kissing him
on his cheek and said, ‘I love you too.’ Letting him go, she
ran home, stroking her cheek. ‘I love you too,’ she whispered
again.
Coming home, Matica sat at the table when Mira and
Crayn joined her.
Mira stated, ‘Amazing Tamo, saying farewell to Elcano.’
Crayn nodded and put a soothing hand on her daughter’s
shoulder. He admitted, ‘It’s really amazing from Tamo,
I would say. That he knew and came. What a bird to sense
something like that. Most likely through you, Mat, I would
say.’ He shook his head.
‘Amos just said it. The connection is through me.’
‘He did? See, that’s what I think as well. And I think that’s
just wonderful. It shows me something. It really does. Yes,
we are all connected.’
Matica just nodded. ‘Actually, Elcano said that first.’
‘Right, right, you said it. Wise man, he is, well, he was.’
‘Pajaro said it too, then.’
Mira nodded. ‘It’s all so amazing. It’s nearly unbelievable.
Mat, but it’s true. Are you all right, love?’
Matica dipped her head a fraction. Slowly she said, ‘I have
to digest Elcano’s death slowly. It’s not easy. I still see Elcano
in front of me, lying in his bed.’
‘Yes, that will take time. But you will and can face life
again.’

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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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