Dreams of fire and jagged mountains. Drams of the sweet wordless yearning of the songsilk. Dreams of a dark restless man riding for her on his proud whitemane. A quest to understand her night memories and terrors had driven Keva from her home among the weedfishers to the uncharted hardlands. Danior sought his young life`s purpose, and a path. In the desert they discovered their kinship, their power, and the bluesong that sang to them from the distant stars. Continuing the story begun in Darkchild.
