Here is what they don't tell you: There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring. There is a certain beauty in setting the world of fire and watching from the center of the flames. "Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds arms spread wide teeth bared to world." "The wax scorched skin ran blazing trails down back thighs ankles feet. Feathers floated like prayers past fingers close enough snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against shoulders where wings joined harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold."