A Manual of Celtic Magick
Jan Fries
Condition: good (ink stain at the side of the book)
If you own only one book on the Celtic past and present, make it this one.
Picture the forest at dusk. The towering beeches fade into the rising mist, their shadows stretching and shifting like something alive. A blackbird’s cry rings out—one last warning before silence takes hold. The air thickens. The night creatures are waking.
Beneath the tangled roots, half-hidden by nettles and brambles, the earth stirs. Mounds swell from the ground—ancient barrows, once towering high 2,500 years ago. Some have crumbled, swallowed by the forest. Others bear deep wounds where looters tore into their hearts, seeking the treasures of the dead. But the locals know better than to disturb them.
Strange fires flicker atop these hills. Some say warriors rise from the earth on certain nights, their armor gleaming in ghostly light. When the doors to the deep swing open, the unwary may find themselves lured inside—into the halls of the dead and the unborn, where time warps and feasts never end. Riches lie waiting in those shadowed realms, but few who enter ever return.
Who knows when the gates will open? Who dares carry the primrose—the wish-flower, the key to the hollow hills?
A must-read. Highly recommended.