I didn't want to think about why it was so hard to fly yet again, why I struggled, ungainly and out of sequence, my wings desperately flapping to keep time with my need to run away. I blamed the uncomfortably tight black ribbon that clung to me, but only so I wouldn't have to acknowledge the horrible fear in my heart I'd done irreparable damage to the drach in me by building a wall between that soul and the egos inside me. Turning the tide back toward the ...