The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

It has been a difficult month, having lost several friends from a variety of illnesses-- and I was ill myself for the last two weeks. Books are moving, the Celtic encyclopaedia I helped to edit will be out presently, but in the meantime, someone has a birthday to commemorate. The Great Myrellenos, the Queen of the Fey of Mlys, might be a made up entity in Frewyn, but she is based on a real person, the Mother Muse, a great lady whom I have always seen as a faerie queen, a woman who edited my artistic soul and spurred me on to commit the gravest of societal sins and become an authoress. Danaco's ship is named after her, and though this lyrical poem does not appear in the book, it is one the Mother Muse would have recited. The Great Myrellenos   How, now, has it come to this? What fallen stars have led you here? We meet again, but at what cost? My expiry date would get you here I am lain tar, your face the Muse I am not so delirious as I appear They cannot understand who...

Because of Covid-19, getting The Good Book into the hands of readers has been a trial. Luckily, thanks to the gnomes in submissions, the book of rituals and charms is finally available. Many thanks to Twisk, who did such a sensational job on the artwork. You can buy prints of the art and other artwork pieces HERE. Both digital and physical editions of the book are fully illustrated and you can buy them HERE. In celebration of the book being out at last, here is the inimitable Baronous Hodge, to tell you about why he decided to translate The Good Book for the masses: "Everyone who visits Frewyn will tell you the kingdom is deeply religious. This is only somewhat true. As someone who has made a home of the place, I will not say it is an entirely false accusation, but the definition of what constitutes as religiosity is a bit bemired in the southern countries: Frewyns look at Galleisians as being the more religious of the two southern nations and will therefore tell you ...

Farmer talk is what townfolk call idle chat amongst the farms. It is said that farmer talk is so inane and innocuous that it can put any non-farmer to sleep. This is somewhat true: only those who live and work on the farms want to hear about how much chalk is in the soil and what kind of loam is down and how the sheep are doing and whether there is any fear of casadaicht, and I am sure half of you are already starting to drift off.  Baba Connridh and Jaicobh MacDaede are old friends. Being two of the oldest people in Frewyn, each knows when the other is pretty well done for talking and can therefore say a lot by saying a little. It is no different between them whether they're talking about a new hay harvest or whether they're discussing surviving the latest plague: Baba Connridh was arguing with the turnips. She wanted them planted before the day was out, but they had other ideas; they wanted the radishes to go first, being in with the carrots and parsnips, and though Baba...