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 finding her have grown beyond recognition, as has the group who gathered from all realms to help.

Sam flew through the Aethers, unfettered, free of all human burden and pain. A cool, fragrant wind, ruffled long flight 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, it's not your time to leave.

An acrid odour seared her nostrils; offensive, as burnt feathers or hair and she fought to maintain her blissful flight 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, now's no time to travel, come home from this space. You are a dreamer, one who sees true memories awaken feathers blue-black hue. Free flying, 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.