…silver’s threads…book 1…spinning colours darkly…update

…it’s almost there and I dream of the finished product…proofreading almost finished…artist’s approval given and publisher lined up…what a rush !

…eighteen months of sheer hard work and it’s done…I can’t wait to share it with you all when the finished book can be held in my hands…sniffed…love the smell of books…and the glossy, exquisitely executed cover art gently stroked of course !

What if someone could fall off the edge of their own personal tapestry of life…disappear into uncharted places…hiding from sadness perhaps and what if, mirroring that sorrow, a small being of light could become corrupted by the pollution, that is the suffering we see here on earth and falls through the time space continuum into this confusing world creating a blight in consciousness itself. If other realms are affected how would our world respond…would we fall into chaos or would we finally look for solutions.

A tale of the Wytchways…the Craft of the Wise…how ancient Rites can be a tool to integrate…to reweave this world back into synchronicity with all other realms and into oneness with all life again…forgetting the illusion of separation through the understanding that everything is now…who we are, have been and will be…is now.

We begin the journey of the five women with the unscheduled disappearance of one. A teacher, a seer and an advanced soul…she is a Wytch, a Wise Woman and has trained the others in the Wytchways but even their combined skills need help from the other realms…and so the journey begins simply enough, with a set of instructions for the remaining four to unravel…twists and turns in the warp and weft of time…meeting other aspects of themselves, where clues have been hidden…finding in those aspects the secrets of other worldly lives, connections and even ancestry, that will weave and re-weave their stories, together and apart, throughout the Skeins of Tyme, to manifest a new way of being…of  knowing…that one of the things humans fear the most is that…

…Magick might just be real and it might be hidden within each of us.


Fenoula (Penny) Reilly (author)


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