THE QUICKENING

<p><em>The shape of a woman moves from the darkness of the stone’s shadow a cloak of moths surrounding her insubstantiality. She takes her time. She takes Hunter’s head between both hands her fingers melting deeply into the thick fur ruff.</em></p><p> </p><p>Among us walk a race older than time around us are doorways to other realities and people who are not seen for who and what they truly are. Such are Hunter and Brighid Black Annis Willie and Raven and the many others who keep magic alive in the world and who touch in passing those who seem lost merely because they have been blinded by disregard.</p><p>The Quickening is a tale of human cruelty and its redemption. Of enchantment and lore. If you are lost and need finding perhaps the folk will come if you whisper your longing to the night.</p><p>Winner of the COVR Visionary Fiction Award 2006 USA</p>