Amos Keppler
It’s happening. Both Liz and Ted feel it, deep below, at their core. What has been calm for decades is rising from its rest. The Janus Clan is finally ready and primed to reclaim its place in the world. Ted and Tilla live in London in a fellowship of fate with their childhood friends. They are happy and thriving, in spite of everything the oppressive establishment society throws at them, in spite of the prevalent, growing unrest haunting them, disturbing their peace. Ted is plagued by nightmares, what appears to an increasing degree of prophetic visions. He closes his eyes hard, or tries to do so when all of it becomes too taxing. It is no use. Liz is growing up in the American Rockies, taking her first, hesitant step on the path revealing itself to her. When she finds more pieces of the puzzle that is her life, ever more present themselves. The change, the changes come for them all, inevitable, like an approaching storm and just as deadly and destructive. The Birds Flying in the Dark must flap their wings, and they know that, and they rejoice, even as they know that they’re flying blind and that they don’t know what’s ahead, and that they can crash into a hard wall at any time. It doesn’t matter. The sparks, the next exploding sparks are right there, within, in the palm of their hand. They know they will burn. Wings of fire and shadow will flap, will stir an already seething air, will create the storm awaiting them at the end of the long, perilous flight.
