I was born from the friendship of two souls, whose desire was to make a beautiful object, a book, to connect the wild folk through rich language, timeless tales, stories hewn from a curious place of collective memory, of stone, tree, earth, water, sky, fur, scale, feather and bone.

My pages are illuminations in word, in glass, threading stories through the eyes to the soul, to the heart.

Wild tales, shapeshifting, resilience, hope.

Read aloud from the pages and share, carry me to wild places, places of power, and speak me back to the stones, to the trees to the skies.

I am a book for pilgrims, ...

 

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