![]() My grandfather had been right about everything, especially the boy. And with every summer I spent stolen away with him in those enchanted woods, he grew to become so much more.īut when I return to Glenshire as an adult, grieving and engaged to someone else, all those legends quickly morph into nightmares. He was kind, and beautiful, and special, and hurting. But when he warned me about the mute boy who also lurked in those woods, the one the priest had declared to be the spawn of Satan himself, I refused to listen. ![]() ![]() Or the way they sparkled with mischief when he told me tales about the magical creatures that dwelled in the forest behind his humble Irish sheep farm-shy fairies who liked to eat tea biscuits, cruel witches who liked to eat children, a moody lake spirit with a taste for expensive gifts.Īs a child, I believed every fantastical word. I can’t remember anymore if my grandfather’s eyes were blue or green, but I’ll never forget the way they wrinkled at the corners when he laughed at one of his own jokes. Easton -review tourĪ / Amazon.ca / Amazon.uk / ĭon’t own a Kindle? Download the FREE Amazon Kindle App for your mobile device or pcĪBOUT THE BOOK: Release Date September 22, 2022 ![]()
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