The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

Let it never be said that the Gods do not have a sense of humour. They simply have a sense of humour that doesn't agree with everyone: A sewynpaudir of Libhan. T he cleric now wished he had not been half so grateful for Aoidhe’s blessing; a covey of old crones coming to his infirmary to bemoan their daily terrors would be felicity to being invigilated by a diety whose only joy was a lark. Someone else would have helped the boy if he had not intruded upon Aoidhe’s plan, and now that he had made the boy’s wellbeing his concern, he must have Aoidhe looming over his shoulder, spying his every step, hearing his every breath. You got Ogham’s blessin’ there , the voice reminded him, and that don’t bother you. So this here’s my blessin’. There was a tinge of archness in the voice, and the cleric dreaded saying he was grateful for such attention; he feared that all the derision he had been industriously restraining might come out. Bah, don’t worry yerself, lad. There was...

While Aoidhe is responsible for making the crops grow, he is also responsible for bothering poor and unsuspecting clerics. Enjoy: A oidhe hardly had time for a word of thanks before the brother hastened away. He watched him approach the cleric, who was standing behind a pillar, looking intently at him. Might he want to talk of him? Instantly he looked into his bowl, to keep from returning the cleric’s gaze and discourage suspicion, though he could not stop himself from hearing the slight echoes of their conversation. “May I speak seriously with you, Brudha?” said the cleric, in a half whisper. “I’m listening,” said the brother. “What is it, Cgneita?” “Have you come to a verdict with regard to the boy’s case?” “Yes, I think there was something of a general consensus. The boy will be removed from the old man, but he will be given a choice to learn or to work on a farm. We will not be putting him in the orphanage--” “You must listen to what I am about to tell you” sai...

Wear the lilac May 25th is many things. In Frewyn, it the day that falls directly between King Alasdair and Queen Carrigh's birthdays. In Lucentia, it is the beginning of summer and Malsentisa. In our realm, it is Geek Pride Day, also Towel Day in honour of the late great Douglas Adams, and it is also the Glorious 25th, day which many Discworld fans know very well. That's why we're asking that this May 25th you help us in donating to the Alzheimer's Society in honour of Sir Terry's memory. We are so close to beating this horrible affliction, or embuggerance as Sir Terry called it, and with just a little more research and more funding, we're well on our way to ridding of this merciless illness for good. Below are links if you should like to donate: Alzheimer's Society Canada Alzheimer's Society UK Alzheimer's Association US The Alzheimer Society of Ireland

A historical day for Ireland, Frewyn's this-realm counterpart, as the country voted yes for same-sex marriage. Nidello and Arkastino, Hathanta and Varthrasta, Gaumhin and Pastaddams, Searle and Aldus, Aghatha and Ebhlin, Sabhine, Scoaleigh Norrington rejoice in knowing that just as they are equals in countries like Frewyn, Lucentia, and Livanon, they now have the same rights in one of my favourite places in the world. Well done, Ireland!

The Gods of Frewyn often visit their children. Sometimes they visit through dreams, sometimes through action, and sometimes through direct address, and sometimes, when they can concede to make a visit, they leave something behind. Sometimes they leave a memory, sometimes they leave material intimations, and sometimes they leave behind their direct progeny-- in this case, a young boy. The God Aoidhe, known for his wantonness, enjoys answering prayers, especially those made by young women in desperate want of a child: Sewynpaudir: Frewyn prayer beads T he boy need not say more to invite the suspicions of the cleric, who was already taking It must be so : He saw now why Matias would resent such a child, though he should rather be treated as a blessing than a blight. He placed his hand on the boy’s back once more and tried again to search for hereditary expressions, wanting a confirmation of the two faces he had discovered. He strained to contentrate, his features forming a pain...