Bøger af Penny Reilly

...the story so far The warp and weft of the threads of time begin to unravel, as seemingly random events bring the group closer together and yet geographically, spread further apart; new energies have joined the quest to find Sybille. The Greenman Ways store opened at Samhain in the UK, Beltane in Australia and the group travelled the Between, to help with the set up. This keeps them all on their toes as the search for Sybille and now for Nina, continues. They find methods to travel the Between, whether they can shape change their skin or not. Tara, Claire and Lily, are helping where they can. Susan has re-discovered the pathways of old through her paintings and has created a portal from her studio, with a painting hung in Greenman Ways in Glastonbury. New members of the group arrived, Vanessa, Annie Savages' daughter; Jamie, fox shapechanger, who has a history with Maeve in the Skeins, yet to unravel. Robert, an old friend and High Priest who worked with Sybille, both professionally and Magickally... who knows where he might fit as the search continues. James has further knowledge to reveal. Quiet Cal, given a vision by Hercurin that will change the outcome of many things, is sworn to secrecy until the right moment to reveal it. Sam experienced huge trauma whilst joining with her aspect Magdalena, as she burned alive as a Wytch; they are now one being, as are Annie and the ancient La Stregga who is attempting to awaken Annie from her intolerant arrogance. La Stregga is trying to compensate for her own unforgivable misdemeanour of oath breaking, in the fear for her own safety that revealed Magdalena. She dies as Magdalena burns, slamming though the veil into Annie, reuniting them as one. Aelish has no mercy for their mutual weaknesses. Bethan has more questions as to how her mother died and what part her Fae father, Aithlin has yet to play in the tangled threads. Aerandir has agreed to help find out more as he too attempts to make sense of his fiercely competitive and arrogant mother Aelish, sister to Aithlin. Within all this, Sybille has still to be found and the blight that threatens the realms of the Fae are becoming more visible to the increasingly sensitive group.

Nature touches us... she waits for that odd moment when our thoughts are elsewhere, tucked in at the corners of a neat little life. Suddenly, she not only untucks those corners, but pulls on loose threads, unravelling all we thought was 'normal' in our world. Greenman, Jack in the Green, Cernunnos, Herne, John Barleycorn …all reference the Magickal being who is the epitome of the God of Nature. His presence is revered in all things, all sentient beings and in the changing nature of the very seasons themselves as the native Spirit of the ancient Land of Albion.Who has not lain on their back, looking up through a canopy of leaves, to see faces show briefly before vanishing? A benign, foliate mask of leaves, his signature appearance. I have dreamed of him since childhood. He has been there for me in the tales of my lands and to me, his presence represents nature itself and its changing cycles.And so, Lady Nature and the Greenman come to play in my dreams and psyche, along with creatures who shapeshift and change. I give you, Scraps and Wild Gatherings, the tale that gave me the title, not only to the story, but the entire collection.

Silver's Threads Book 2, Grey Weavings, continues the journey with Bethan, Samantha, Flora and Maeve in their search for Sybille, who mysteriously vanished 18 months ago...Slender Birches whisper secrets to a flock of noisy sparrows, arrowing like darts into the depths of ancient twisted limbs; the last leaves clinging stubbornly, shaken loose circling, drifting down to join their siblinga on the earth.It was cold but the sounds of nature were undiminished; a raven's caw, a kookaburra's contagious chuckle and the sweet, melodic call of a thrush echoed across the garden to the silent group sitting beneath the canopy of branches, soaking up the sun's last warmth before winter's final grip held the earth in stasis....Flora, Samantha, Maeve and the group who had assembled around them were tired and confused, not knowing if the outcome of their ritual, woven with the intention to locate Sybille on Samhain eve had been successful and knowing that much rode on it.They had all witnessed things they could not put name to and so much more had to their frustration, been hidden from sight as they stood backs turned to the events unfolding in the circle.Who was the small creature, Maeve saw watching her with such cold intensity? Where did Bethan go in that brief moment she vanished? Who are the enigmatic Dark Fae, waiting in the wings for any of them to make just one small slip?Dare you walk the between, in the places unseen ...will you dare to engage with your shade?Will you walk, will you stray ...senses lost on the way ...with the mists calling home ...will you wander alone ...dare you walk the between unafraid......the story continues after the Samhain Rite...

Slender Silver Birches whispered secrets to a flock of noisy sparrows, arrowing like darts into the depths of ancient twisted limbs; the last leaves clinging stubbornly, shaken loose, circling, drifting down to join their siblings on the earth to begin the journey to mulch-hood. It was cold but the sounds of nature were undiminished; a raven's caw, a kookaburra's contagious chuckle and the sweet melodic call of a thrush echoed across the garden to the silent group sitting beneath the canopy of branches soaking up the sun's last warmth before winter's final grip held the earth in stasis. ...Flora, Samantha, Maeve and the group who had assembled around them were tired and confused, not knowing if the outcome of their ritual, woven with the intention of locating Sybille on Samhain eve the previous night had been successful and knowing that much was riding on it....They had all witnessed things they could not put name to although so much more had, to their frustration, been hidden from sight as they'd stood, backs turned to the events unfolding. ...Who was the small creature that Maeve saw watching her with such cold intensity ...where did Bethan go to in the that brief moment she vanished? ...Who are the enigmatic Dark Fae waiting in the wings for any of them to make just one small slip? ...dare you walk the between, in the places unseen ...will you dare to engage with your shade ...will you walk, will you stray ...senses lost on the way ...with the mists calling home ...will you wander alone ...dare you walk the between, unafraid. ...the story continues after the Samhain Rite...

In the final chapters of Silver's Threads, Skeins of Tyme, nothing is as it appears. Loss and gain, death and rebirth are all the price too be paid for interaction with the Old Ones. Bargains made with the wily Faefolk never manifest as Bethan, Maeve, Sam and Vanessa, are to discover.Samantha has now disappeared and her journey, harder than any the other's must experience, can only make her stronger; more determined to succeed. Sybille, Sam's Aunt, disappeared two years ago to the day but even the chain of events that began then are so entangled and interwoven, it is hard for any of the seekers to grasp; to even try to imagine, where their journey will lead them.The final chapters unravel, re-twist and unravel again; layer upon layer in the weave of the Skeins of Tyme.