" Long has her candle been the only light on her venture through the woods. The dance of creatures in the darkness came as flickers in a mist, eyes upon her were merely felt, tiny lights at times lit darker ways but held no promise. Yet now ahead she sees a light where a narrow river flows crystal clear, and all around it, relics illuminate tales of another time: talismans, ancient vases, books of prophecy, maps and magical lamps, a shield of medusa, jars yet to be opened and some boxes that never should be, a shining crown, strange treasures spilled from hero’s journeys. Mythical beings that have echoed through the ages make themselves known in this newfound light and some eyes gaze onwards forever. And for her, like the threshold of a long journey, the river stands between a quest and a boon, a new chapter and a light..."​​​

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Carolin Leary Prinn