Age of Myth (The Legends of the First Empire, #1)

by Michael J. Sullivan

“My father always said fires were only dangerous if they got bored,” Raithe pressed on. “Left alone, they get frustrated and resort to evil. Best way to keep a fire happy is by letting it lick food and hear stories.”

Caught early enough, the waking forest had no time to disguise itself into something mundane. This was a place of enchantments, a place where anything could happen.

Almost every tale had a ghost or dragon and a hero who rescued a beautiful girl.

This is purely vibes based, but this sounds too much just like regular medieval fantasy to me. When writing Neolithic fantasy I'd not use dragons. They go way back in human cultural memory, but... As I said the vibes.

So were ponds—hard to find a good thinking pond, though. They needed to be isolated in a deep wood with plenty of cattails and dragonflies and few, or preferably no, biting bugs. A good thinking pond was located on the northern side of the Crescent, but it was too far so she settled for her string.

I love my precious child