The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

The Wolves of Ossory are known for keeping to themselves, due to the nature of their curse, but Myndil happens to meet Aodhgan and Eochaid MacCellaig, two wolves from the ruling royal house: T he world blew by in a brush of colour, the towns and villages painted over in a stroke of speed, the defined outlines of rocks and trees fading, but Myndil was beginning to enjoy the sensation, the undulating of the wolf’s back, the exhilaration of false flight, the gnats and midges buffeting him and dying against his face. “Is this how you travel at home?” he asked, picking a midge from his teeth.                 “This is how we travel on our hunts,” Eochaid replied, his fangs gleaming in lupine glee. “My cousin doesn’t like to run free as a wolf as much as I do. He says it leaves us vulnerable.”                 Feeling the weight of Eochaid’s human form pressing down on him from behind, Myndil must agree. “I didn’t know that Aodhgan was your royal huntsman and that he was looking for a pr

Churches in Frewyn are a relatively safe place, where anyone in want of shelter and rest can find comfort and assistance. Churches in another realm, however, though they might offer shelter, might not offer the same ease an assurance to all: Evening came to the abbey, and amidst the prayers and lamentations finishing for the day, the abbot, after having spent the better part of the afternoon telling the Lord how much he hated himself for his sake, and after a firm round of contrition on account of some questionable thoughts regarding the abbess’ thighs, it was time for the abbot to enjoy a frigid steep in the basin and a gentle doze on his stone slab. There was nothing so good for the soul as suffering, and as the abbot championed the good in feeling atrocious and recommended misery as good for the health, he could hardly wait to suffer again before bedtime.                 The moon nestled in one of the corners of the window, and the abbot exclaimed that God sent the strident nacr