"Thus she stood resolutely between her children and the faceless beast that had risen from the darkest gloom of the abyss to devour them all."
Tales of the Denmother, handed down from the time before time
The young bear Honeymaw impatiently awaits the end of winter, for the year of her eighteenth summer is approaching. The consecration to womanhood. The casting of the runes that could grand a glimpse into her future. And the divination that would reveal her destiny. But instead of happiness and blessings, she is foretold hardship and terror. She is to face an almost invincible foe. Should she not, a fate more final than death and a thousand times more bitter awaits her world. The enemy has chosen his chess pieces wisely and has long since positioned them for the game to come. Move by sinister move, these henchmen carry out his will.
Amazon 5 / 5 Stars
