title: Winds of Change (Mage Winds)
author:  Mercedes Lackey 
description: In this sequel to Winds of Fate, Elspeth, heir to the throne of Valdemar, develops into a strong practitioner of magic under the tutelage of Darkwind k'Sheyna. Accepted as a member of the k'Sheyna clan of the Tayledras, magicians who cleanse lands damaged in the long-ago Magic Wars, Elspeth takes her turn in patrols searching for the vanished Falconsbane, an evil Adept who almost destroyed the clan, its Heartstone, and Darkwind's father Starblade. While Elspeth and Darkwind slowly and contentiously come to love each other, her companion Skif seeks the Changechild Nyara, daughter of Falconsbane, who turned against him to save the Vale of the k'Sheyna and then fled into the wilderness with the enchanted sword Need. Aided by the powerful but mysterious mage Firesong k'Treva, the Vale fights off another attempt at destruction by Falconsbane, while still greater powers put in an appearance and set the stage for the Mage Wind trilogy's projected third title. This is a charming, colorful and romantic coming-of-age tale, deeply imbued with the concept of responsibility as well as the imagined pleasures of power. <BR>Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: Mercedes Lackey & Larry Dixon
  
  Mage Wars 03
  
  The Silver Gryphon
  
    
  
  One
  
    
  
  Freedom!
  
  Tadrith Skandrakae extended his broad gray wings, stretching out his
  
  muscles to their fullest extent to take best advantage of the warm wind
  
  beneath him. Freedom at last! I thought I’d never get away from that Section
  
  meeting. He banked just slightly to his left, slipping sideways for the best
  line.
  
  I know it wasn’t my good looks or charm that were putting me under that old
  
  crow’s watch! I swear, Aubri must get a special pleasure out of keeping
  
  people around him who desperately want to be somewhere else. He half-
  
  closed his eyes against the glare of the sun on the water beneath him. He
  
  was conscious of two pressures, one tangible and one fanciful; the warm
  
  imagined push of the sun on his back, and the strong uplift of the thermal
  
  beneath him. Then again, maybe there were three pressures, or four; the
  
  warm air below, the hot sun above, and the twin desires to be away from the
  
  boredom of y