CHAPTER 51Falling, falling...
Josyff heard himself snatching in a deep breath. It was biting cold and full of terror.
But the very act of breathing seemed also to draw in the brightness that was around him and it filled every part of him. The fear receded.
His arms were extended to the side, his legs were splayed and a wind was buffeting him violently. Yet was he falling? Or was he floating — held aloft by a powerful wind? He looked about him but he could see nothing which would answer these questions. What he did see were birds, gliding and swooping all about him. He could hear them calling to one another. They were gulls, brilliant white against the sun-bright blueness of the sky. Unbidden, his hand went to the scar on his forehead and a shudder shook him as, momentarily, he relived h
