Lissbet the flower girl looked up from picking daisies in the meadow, as the huge, dark shape momentarily blotted out the sun. “Again!” she exclaimed, watching the steel-grey harpy flap awkwardly across the sky, a great bough clutched in her talons. “Whatever is that disgusting creature doing?” A few moments later, the harpy appeared again, without its heavy load. Lissbet crouched low in the grass, hoping not to be spotted. But, this harpy was not hunting for food, not today. Today was all about preparation, to ensure the clutch of eggs she would soon lay had a safe and study […]