“The tree . . . it was like nothing I’d seen before.” “There are many trees like the Dwirra, all over the globe. If this place is a tapestry woven by the Fates or the Norns or Matrones, or any of the countless other names the triple goddess has been given, then the Dwirra and its kin grow on the wrong side of the cloth, rising out of a chaotic tangle of threads, and in their shade our kind have found refuge. But instead of withdrawing completely, Morgaine wanted to leave a few pathways open, through the stone circles.
