In a city of wind-swept wharfs and winding alleyways, the haunting memory of a far-off village lingers on in the fable of a mysterious flower which bursts into flames, but never burns.
David Greygoose Books
These tales are set in the liminal space of the forest where nothing is quite what it seems. Shape-shifting and trickery lurk behind every tree; and the figures we glimpse through the mist are mutable and indeterminate.