There is a tree at the centre of an island on the edge of the north Pacific Ocean. It is golden. All the other trees are green, but this tree glows with an inner light. It is called "K'iid K'iyass," the old tree or the golden spruce.
The tree is enormous. It is straight and strong and like no other. It has been there for more years than anyone can count. It is said that it will stand until the last generation.
In the new novel The Want for Wonders, a young man from India stands before this tree. He knows nothing of the tree or its place in the culture of this new land. Of the stories and legends, he is ignorant. But still, he feels. He feels a silence, deep and full.
In the rich, wet rainforest of moss and ferns, among trees towering into the mist, he feels like he is in a temple in India. The feeling is unmistakable. It is both awe and connection.
In this, he remembers a distant moment from his childhood.
The Want for Wonders is a book about seeking. From the innocence of childhood, a single memory guides: to regain a lost moment that does not know the hand of the clock.