A Note from the Author:

I met Dr. Linda Deltare during a birding festival at West Virginia’s New River Gorge in the spring of 2010. I was struck by the enthusiasm of this elegant, elderly lady as she observed a constellation of Starlings sweeping through the sky. I remember her looking away from her binoculars excitedly exclaiming, “Did you see how they responded in unison to the leader’s chip call?”

She focused her gaze right at me, and since there was no one else was nearby, and. . .

Prologue

The Late Great Yara-Marn Silverlight

‘Good my infiltration went off without a hitch.’ Yara thought as he dropped from his hiding place. ‘Not many guards this far inside either.’ Yara noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye and moved to an outcropping on the outside wall of the hallway. They hadn’t noticed him whom ever they were. ‘Most likely sentries guarding the gate to the veil room.’ Yara assumed as moved closer hood still covering his mask.

He was we. . .

Prologue

The Late Great Yara-Marn Silverlight

‘Good my infiltration went off without a hitch.’ Yara thought as he dropped from his hiding place. ‘Not many guards this far inside either.’ Yara noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye and moved to an outcropping on the outside wall of the hallway. They hadn’t noticed him whom ever they were. ‘Most likely sentries guarding the gate to the veil room.’ Yara assumed as moved closer hood still covering his mask.

He was we. . .