About the Book
I wove by forest and meadow, branch and leaf. I wove by stream and pool, by river and fall. I wove by cloud and air, by thunder and sunset glow. I wove by depths of the earth, rock and gem, glittering ores and crystals blooming in the dark, old bones and new. Beside me the others wove as well…
'And all within sound of my voice or
reach of the wind', I cried, thrusting my voice like a Sending, like a
magic spear, driving it upward. 'And all within sound of my voice or
lick of the wave, or and all within sound of my voice or stretch of the
soil, or and all within sound of my voice where green grows and leaf
springs up. Named or unnamed, silent or speaking. Let this message be
brought,
'By the Eye of the Star, Where Old Gods Are!'
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