“A haunting grows from a tangle of twisted roots. The deepest reach into layers of a forgotten past, long overwritten by more useful stories, believed myth by all but those whose histories drip with pain and rage as they pass from elder’s mouth to child’s ear. The shallowest reach into fresher soil, drawing from injustices still in living, mortal memory. Two pains – old and new – that feed one into the other until the tree sprouts and horror reigns.” When the King of Parwys fal...
