Pigs Don't Fly

I got lucky with this find! This was the first book of Mary Brown's that I had ever read and it blew me away! I loved it and could not put it down. I went on to immediately read "Master of Many Treasures" and I'm about to read "Dragonne's Eg." Maybe it doesn't have foreshadowing and people think it may be a waste of time, but Mary Brown did an excellent job and I plan on reading more of her books. Summer was a heroine of her own sorts to survive after her mother died. Definitely my type of a heroine!

Very good book, i really enjoyed it. it definitely isn't a waste of time!

What a marvelous writer. This was a great read and I am looking for her other books. So glad to have found her work.

this is the only book by Mary Brown that i have read..but it was a good one...lol..i've read it over about 3 times..i liked it that much..itsa must read

When I was 8 or so, my mother would go to the city every few months, (hmm..never ASKED her why, come to think of it), and she would always ask, "What do you want me to bring you back?" And in those days before books became a disposable item purchasable by the metre at the supermarket, before bookshops became Old Curiosity Shops, my answer was always the same, "A BOOK!!" And one post-war novel, Elizabeth Goudge's Little White Horse', conveyed back from Melbourne in this way was so entirely memorable that I can recall, vividly, to this day the feeling of cold legs and needing the toilet as I sat on the little front porch of our wintry house, but needing, more, to go further, to find out, to keep reading,to keep loving these beautiful, wonderful words! And all the time I kept calling out to my mother, "OH MUM..It's a beaut book..Oh Mum....it's beaut!!", the 8 year old's vocabulary leaving much room for expansion and embellishment. Well, my Mum isn't around to buy books for me now...in fact I only took a volume or two from her collection, my brother having more room in HIS house, my sister having even fewer empty shelves than I in her apartment. And I don't buy books for myself any more..Oh..okay, books for our shop and computer books for me..but not novels, not REAL books..not for myself! For the grandkids, yes, and my bookstarved son in Malaysia, but that's not for ME is it? In Australia,the public libraries are still functioning, albeit feebly, a literary shadow of their former well-endowed glory days, but they are all online, of course, even the smallest, with multimedia and BIG PRINT sections. Our own local suburban branch library is small, not opened as often as it was, and always dusty enough to bring on my asthma, and the books seem not to be re-covered as regularly as they once were, and the paperbacks, in revolving stands rather than shelves, become shabby very quickly. I took, `Pigs Don't Fly,But Dragons Do..' from such a stand having noticed that it carried high praise from Marion Zimmer Bradley and Anne McCaffrey...high accolades for any work of fantasy. And then I saw that the book dealt with Celtic customs, mentioned Samhain and runes and Stones of Power and Druidic rites, herbal lore and potions, a ring made from a unicorn's horn..even a dragon- and since so many of my geocities friends seem to be into this sort of thing..and with All Hallow's Eve close to hand, I thought I might find this book interesting. Interesting? An understatement indeed. This book holds between its covers the same magic that chilled my bare legs on that long-ago front porch. And it has a handsome knight in it, too, which is always a help! It is the story of a journey that takes a full year,from one place to another and back, and then off, again...or from girlhood to womanhood, from innocence to wisdom,..or from ugliness to beauty, the trip proving truly an odyssey well worth the travelling. And you journey in comfort, the language having a glo