Silken Web

long awaited sequel to Warp and Weft journey now on the Silken Web where the Wheel of the year has turned twice since Sybille disappeared mysteriously and the women charged with fi nding her have grown beyond recognition, as has the group who gathered from all realms to help Sam fl ew through the Aethers, unfettered, free of all human burden and pain. A cool, fragrant wind, ruffl ed long fl ight quills, all memory gone, of who or what she was, had been or ever would be, in that moment. Carried under a cloak of musky-sweet feathers; safe, a gentle recall emerged of warm arms and soft down. Then, something was pulling at her, tugging at her mind insistently; Sam, she heard. Sam, come back, its not your time to leave. An acrid odour seared her nostrils; offensive, as burnt feathers or hair and she fought to maintain her blissful fl ight away from the realms of pain and dark matters. A voice grew stronger, this one deeper, a masculine melodic tone; Morgan sang to her, calling her back Life is a struggle when we see through the veil hands become fragile; skin fair and pale. Come home from the dreaming come back to this place, nows no time to travel, come home from this space. You are a dreamer, one who sees true memories awaken feathers blue-black hue. Free fl ying falling then higher you soar, come home from your dreaming there is more so much more. Come with them on the next stage of the search as Sam learns disturbing and heartbreaking things about her passage through the Between.