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The Tree from Firewing, the third book in the Silverwing Trilogy. The two here are Griffin Silverwing on the left and Luna Silverwing on the right.

A deep valley ringed by mountain ranges. The valley was empty, dead, but suddenly from the soil sprung a frail shoot, buds unfurling as it grew higher, thickening into a trunk, sheathing itself with bark. Up it grew with dizzying speed, a sapling now, reaching skyward, now a mature tree, its main trunk forking into yet more branches that sprouted leaves and branched again. The tree was higher than the mountains now, and Griffin had to flap out of the way as the trunk soared up past him, its hundreds of branches reaching skyward until they seemed to be scraping the very heavens.

"The tree!" He said in delight. It was so tall, so beautiful.

Then it ignited, its entire surface wreathed in flame.

Griffin cried out in surprise. After a moment it was so engorged that it seemed the tree and all its branches were made entirely of fire. How could this be a way out? Midway up the trunk was a small knothole, the single gap in the tree's seething skin of flame. Griffin could see nothing beyond the darkness, but it was like peering into the eye of some hypnotic animal. It beckoned, even as he felt his instincts holding him back. Fly into that? How could he? How could anyone? No wonder the Oasis bats thought the Tree was a place of death and torment. Fly too close and--

Luna. Spiraling to the ground, her wings ablaze.

~Firewing, pgs. 99-100, Kenneth Oppel. Frieda Silverwing, a past Silverwing Colony Elder, showing Griffin a sound map of how to get to the Tree.

Used photo reference of a vampire bat for Griffin (he's a Silverwing-Brightwing hybrid and his wings are a little bigger than Silverwings' wings) and photo of a little black bat for Luna.

You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I've got all the time for you, love

The space between the tears we cry
Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between the wicked lies we tell
In hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like, "Will it rain today?"
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisting games we're playing

We're strange allies with warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between the wicked lies we tell
In hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
Will I hold

Look at us spinning out
In the madness of a roller-coaster
You know you went off like the devil in a church
In the middle of a crowded room

All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

But the space between where you smile and hide
Is where you'll find me if I get to go
The space between the bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you

The rain that falls, splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room
The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand 'cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here,
Love is all we need, dear

The space between what's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time

The space between
The space between

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Description
The Tree from Firewing, the third book in the Silverwing Trilogy. The two here are Griffin Silverwing on the left and Luna Silverwing on the right.

A deep valley ringed by mountain ranges. The valley was empty, dead, but suddenly from the soil sprung a frail shoot, buds unfurling as it grew higher, thickening into a trunk, sheathing itself with bark. Up it grew with dizzying speed, a sapling now, reaching skyward, now a mature tree, its main trunk forking into yet more branches that sprouted leaves and branched again. The tree was higher than the mountains now, and Griffin had to flap out of the way as the trunk soared up past him, its hundreds of branches reaching skyward until they seemed to be scraping the very heavens.

"The tree!" He said in delight. It was so tall, so beautiful.

Then it ignited, its entire surface wreathed in flame.

Griffin cried out in surprise. After a moment it was so engorged that it seemed the tree and all its branches were made entirely of fire. How could this be a way out? Midway up the trunk was a small knothole, the single gap in the tree's seething skin of flame. Griffin could see nothing beyond the darkness, but it was like peering into the eye of some hypnotic animal. It beckoned, even as he felt his instincts holding him back. Fly into that? How could he? How could anyone? No wonder the Oasis bats thought the Tree was a place of death and torment. Fly too close and--

Luna. Spiraling to the ground, her wings ablaze.

~Firewing, pgs. 99-100, Kenneth Oppel. Frieda Silverwing, a past Silverwing Colony Elder, showing Griffin a sound map of how to get to the Tree.

Used photo reference of a vampire bat for Griffin (he's a Silverwing-Brightwing hybrid and his wings are a little bigger than Silverwings' wings) and photo of a little black bat for Luna.

You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I've got all the time for you, love

The space between the tears we cry
Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between the wicked lies we tell
In hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like, "Will it rain today?"
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisting games we're playing

We're strange allies with warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between the wicked lies we tell
In hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
Will I hold

Look at us spinning out
In the madness of a roller-coaster
You know you went off like the devil in a church
In the middle of a crowded room

All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

But the space between where you smile and hide
Is where you'll find me if I get to go
The space between the bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you

The rain that falls, splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room
The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand 'cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here,
Love is all we need, dear

The space between what's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time

The space between
The space between

Made with DeviantArt muro