The Gryphon In Which the Extraordinary Correspondence of Griffin & Sabine Is Rediscovered

by Bantock, Nick

• ISBN13: 9780811831628
• ISBN10: 0811831620
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2001-08-01
• Publisher: Chronicle Books

Summary

Griffin & Sabine, Sabine's Notebook, and The Golden Mean have sold over 3 million copies worldwide, and spent over 100 weeks on The New York Times best-seller list. At long last, Nick Bantock brings us a new volume in the Griffin and Sabine story. The Gryphon is a tale rich in the artistry, mystery, and surprise that make the original saga so beloved. Although readers will be drawn into the book without ever having read the trilogy, The Gryphon begins to answer the question that fans have been waiting eight years to answer: 'What happened to Griffin and Sabine?' As their remarkable fates are gradually revealed, we are introduced to Matthew and Isabella, long-distance lovers who find themselves entwined not only in each other's lives, but also in a perilous and alluring intrigue. The drama literally unfolds from postcard to richly decorated postcard and as provocative letters are pulled from real envelopes. The Gryphon features stunning new imagery, offering glimpses of mythic dreamscapes and surreal creatures as only Nick Bantock could have imagined. For those meeting Griffin and Sabine for the first time, here's an introduction that will have them yearning to explore the earlier volumes. And for those who have already entered the enchanting world of Griffin and Sabine, The Gryphon is a delightful rediscovery of a truly extraordinary correspondence.

Author Biography

Nick Bantock is the author of numerous illustrated novels, including Griffin & Sabine , Sabine's Notebook , The Golden Mean , The Gryphon , and Alexandria , which together spent 100 weeks on the New York Times best-seller list. Born in England, he now lives in Vancouver, British Columbia.

Excerpts

Chapter One

Sabine Strohem

39 La Paz pl.

San Rosa

Paolo 9T6

Sabine Strohem

You have me at a disadvantage I'm

afraid. I presume that we've been

introduced and my sieve-like memory

has let me down again.

    As for your reference to the

Atubi boy--the idea of employing

penicillin on a 3000-year-old royal

mummy doesn't quite fall within the

practical range of a doctor of

archeology. However, I appreciate

your somewhat sardonic sense of

humor.

    How did you get hold of my

address in Nairobi?

Matthew Sedon

Matthew Sedon

77 Sharea Otta

Alexandria

Egypt

Hello Matthew

How did Kenya work out? Where the masks as interesting

as the museum was suggesting?

Today was pure Indian Summer and the boulevards

were awash with truanting Parisians extending their

breakfasts into their lunches and their lunches

into their dinners. Back home in Montreal they'd

all get fired, but here ... no one gives a host.

I've been trying to make the most of the sunshine

before classes start again and I put my moleskin on

and burrow back into the library's depths.

This last year's going to be tough. I can already

feel the muscles in my brain tightening in

anticipation.

I miss you very much.

Love Isabella

ISABELLA de REIMS

343 RUE MASPERO

PARIS 75006

FRANCE

Isabella

I can't begin to say how much more

alive I am on days when I receive a

card or a letter from you.

    Don't fret about the coming

year. You know the intensity of your

commitment--and so do your professors.

Who else in your class is already

halfway through their thesis?

    The masks were a disappointment.

They were early Nubian, but the

hieroglyphs on the concave had been

cut at a later date. The trip wasn't

wasted though--I made a few good

contacts.

    Flying back over Sudan I began

considering storming the cockpit and

demanding that the pilot take me to

Paris to see you. However I thought

better of it--I presume even the French

take a dim view of love-starved

hijackers.

Loads of love

Matthew

Matthew Sedon

77 Sharea Otta

Alexandria

Egypt

Matthew -- Forgive my enigmatic introduction.

It's an old habit. Please allow me to begin a fresh,

with a short summary of our first encounter.

Late one night, my mother (who was midwife to

the Sicmon Islands) was called upon to preside over a birth,

and as neither assistant was to be found, I was enlisted as

temporary nurse. The baby, who made a fine

screaming and kicking entry into the world,

was you. In fact, my previous postcard shows

the young Master Sedon taking his first bath,

at the tender age of six days.

You've grown well Matty.

Now that we've been reintroduced, I was

wondering if I might prevail upon our old

aquaintanceship and ask you to pick up a

small package for us?

Many thanks

Sabine

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