The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

Many of us might wish for Divine Interference, but for someone like Baba Connridh, who is regularly visited by the whole pantheon, godly visits are never worth their weight in pie: S ometimes the skies are starless, however, and the merchants of mischance will plot and devise, but tenacity will triumph, and the unwavering affection between the Gods and their children will champion over the agony of distance despite decrees. The Edict had made the Gods sensible of their own loneliness, the pangs of severance ruining composure and wracking hearts, it taught them forbearance, and they had learned to plan and think. They understood their children’s despondence, and where Frewyns were willing to trade feasts with prayers, the Gods would not relinquish visiting their children for a mere glance at their lives from somewhere beyond the clouds. Schemes of secrecy followed, leading to the God of Earth and Mountains being wedged in between the cabbage beds.      ...

Normally, Baba does not like visitors to her farm. She goes to many lengths to repel anyone from trying to leap over her fence and approach the house, but for those who know how to navigate the minefield of bear traps and pitfalls, the best dinner a day's work can afford lies within... Read Baba's first book                 Baba leaned down, exhumed a healthy carrot, and inspected it with a flout. She glared at it some time, as though trying to divine some secret from its taproot, wiped away some of the dirt, and blew on it. She snapped it in two and scrutinized each side, tapering her gaze and turning the carrot every which way. “Aye, looks all right,” she decided, tossing the carrot pieces into her barrow. “Better not o’ got no carrot fly this year, not after all that work I did puttin’ ‘em late and takin’ ‘em out so early.”             ...