Into the Green

The harp was a gift from Jacky Lantern’s fey kin, as was the music Angharad pulled from its strings. She used it in her journeys through the kingdoms of the Green Isles, to wake the Summerblood where it lay sleeping in folk who had never known they were witches. This was the way the Middle Kingdom survived—by being remembered, by its small magics being served, by the interchange of wisdom and gossip between man and those he shared the world with—the birds, the beasts, the hills, the trees. Harping, she knew, was one third of a bard’s spells. Harping, and poetry, and the road that led into the green… Herein you will find familiar folklore elements—a young woman travelling through the Kingdoms of the Green Isles with a witch staff in her hand, a harp on her back, a puzzle to solve, and a quest to fulfill. But these elements are reshaped as we are led once again into lands infused and transformed by magic. Magic that grows in the roots of old oaks and dances by moonlight among standing stones. Magic that sleeps in a soldier’s eyes and glows in the gaze of a phantom stag. Magic that pumps through the heart and the veins of those born to the Summer Blood—to be stolen at knifepoint, burned, destroyed, in danger of fading back into the Green, disappearing forever from the world…