I was told this a while back, by an Ytene traveller. Sat quiet, like it weren’t meant for everyone. They said around the cross quarter days, the fire festivals, and Beltane. You don’t just watch the fires, you watch the people around them. There’s something about shadows. Most folk cast them ordinarily enough. Firelight catches them, throws them long across the ground, same as it should. That’s how it’s meant to be. A body in the light leaves its mark. But not all do. They sa

As It Was Told on the Downs... I was told this years ago, as it happened, not as a story meant to frighten, but as something that simply took place. It was told plainly, without embellishment, as a reminder to be careful of what you follow when you’re out on the open land alone. There was a man out hiking on the downs on a summer afternoon. As he crested a hill, he stopped beside an old, wind-blown hawthorn and looked out across the view. As he stood there, he became aware of