Silver's Threads Book 4: 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, 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 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, now's no time to travel, come home from this space. You are a dreamer, one who sees true . . . memories awaken . . . feather's 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'