EpilogueKenneth rose shortly after dawn. His sleep had been fitful. He now knew that, whatever happened today, he could never stay on the island. He sat in the garden, enjoying the freshness, the coolness and quiet of the early morning. He realized he had missed this. There was something special about this island. It, not the people, drew you in. It was the island itself. There was something, a spirituality that had nothing to do with organized religion of any description. It was much, much deeper than that. An ancient magic in which the island decided your meera. And he believed even now the island was weaving its thread, that only the island knew his fate, that it was the island that had prevented him from finding her until now.
He had learned from Rhea the lady had left the island sudd
