"... Was it a dream or not? Was Simorgh here or did this feather fall off the falcon? He picked up the feather and brushed it against his face to make sure he was awake. The feather was real. It looked familiar but he could not remember when and where he had seen it before. Simorgh is just a legend, he thought. I am too old to believe in these fairy tales. The falcon must have gained back its strength and flown out the window. This is a great story to tell Roxanne though. That last thought brought a smile to his face as he crawled back into bed and fell asleep."
Review on Folkheart Press