Wings of Fire — Richard C. White

Never trust a smiling wolf.



You'd think I'd learn after all this time.



Within the first twenty-four hours of pulling into the small village of Tanneytown, I'd already been hit on, arrested, framed for burglary, mugged, and dragooned into robbing an impenetrable manor house crawling with guards and who knows what else. All to acquire the statue of a golden bird that I'd never heard of before I came to this place. Oh, and did I mention that if I get more than a mile away from the poor schlub who's coming along with me, we'll both die?



And to top everything off, somehow I've managed to team up with a wolf on this mission. Not just any wolf. Oh no, my life can't be that easy. Somehow I've managed to team up with the world's most sarcastic talking wolf. Yeah, I know there's not a lot of competition for that title, but believe me, he'd win in a landslide. To gain his aid, he wants me to do him a favor, but he won't say what it is ... yet.