Dark quills scratch me I am surrounded by yews, the terrible grave-trees which grow from death. I’ve left our world for theirs-the nameless land where goddesses sing to the stars, where lost spirits linger in the twilight. I wander so long, it feels as though I’ve crossed some hidden boundary. I can hear my father, the king, calling me and the irreverent footfalls of men rending foliage. I feel no fear, more an irritation that I’ve let the trees trick me. Given everything which came after, that would make sense.īetween one scout’s holler and the next, I am lost, a prisoner of the wood. Looking back, I wonder whether it truly was carelessness. Branches interlace here it is easy to slip away into the green space between a giant’s fingers. It loses itself amongst the trees, straying into giant country. But there is a place, many leagues to the east, where the road slows, turning inland. I loved our summer home-a spume-silvered rock of houses and workshops, its docks piled high with amphorae. My sisters and I had been travelling the road that skims the coast like a stone from Dintagel. Seven years ago, when I was a child of ten, I became lost in the woods. Imbolc-a festival celebrating the end of winter "I was utterly captivated." -Genevieve Gornichec, author of The Witch's Heart Read Excerpt "A marvelous tale, gracefully told in language as beautiful as the song that inspired it." -Louisa Morgan, author of A Secret History of Witches "Magical, beautiful and heartbreaking." -Greer Macallister, author of Scorpica and The Magician's Lie "Fans of folkloric fantasy will be spellbound." - Publishers Weekly "Weaves a captivating spell of myth and magic around the reader." -Jennifer Saint, author of Ariadne Their story will shape the destiny of Britain.
Riva, Keyne and Sinne-three siblings entangled in a web of betrayal, who must fight to forge their own paths. And Tristan, a warrior who is not what he seems.
It brings with it Myrdhin, meddler and magician. However, change comes on the day ash falls from the sky. And Sinne dreams of seeing the world, of finding adventure.Īll three fear a life of confinement within the walls of the hold, their people's last bastion of strength against the invading Saxons. Keyne battles to be accepted for who he truly is-the king's son. Riva can cure others, but can't seem to heal her own deep scars. King Cador knew this once, but now the land has turned from him, calling instead to his three children. In the kingdom of Dumnonia, there is old magic to be found in the whisper of the wind, the roots of the trees, and the curl of the grass.
"ABSOLUTELY STUNNING." -Hannah Whitten, author of For the Wolf In an ancient land steeped in wild magic, three royal siblings fight to keep their kingdom safe from the warriors who threaten its borders-and their bond-in this lyrical debut of spells and song, sisterhood and betrayal.
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