What Merlin chooses, and how the lost wings might be restored, will be revealed in the final volume of The Lost Years of Merlin epic. How often have I dreamed, in the centuries since that day, of returning to that place and time, of facing once again the choice that changed everything. Such longing, though, is useless. An idea that is lost may yet be reborn, but a day that is lost is gone forever. Even after all these years, I know so very little.
Wings are far more than feathered arms.
They are part mystery and also part miracle. For what bears high the body may also give flight to the soul. Bare feet in the water, the boy sat alone. Though his sandy hair spun in jovial curls, his eyes, as brown as the muddy tarn before him, seemed strangely sad. Not that he minded being alone.