When a witch child heals young Emmet Smith of spots, a new friendship leads to astonishing discoveries about themselves, their family, their friends and the world they live in.
This is a rich story of myth and magic in the Human Realm and the Realm of Faery.
Inspired by the Pendle Witch Trials of 1612.
Age Range: 10+
Size: 198mm x 129mm
Format: ‘B’ paperback
Pages: 208 pages
Word Count: 40,000
Published: March 2019
Standing in front of him was a girl, about his own age but small and finely made. She had long, wild red hair and her eyes were emerald green.
The overgrown ground in front of them began to tremble a little and the children could just see the outline of three mounds, barely visible beneath the undergrowth. Out from the graves, slowly, like blind moles emerging from their tunnels, came three ancient ghosts, so worn and tattered there barely seemed any substance to them.
“Who calls us?” the first said, in a hoarse and windy voice. “Who calls us from our deathly sleep?”
As they fully emerged from the graves, the children could see that the ghosts were three ancient women, stooped and skinny, almost bald and completely toothless.
“Well?” the second spoke querulously. “It had better be good. We like our sleep.”
“Who wakes us?” demanded the third. Her voice was stronger and younger than the others. “Who comes and disturbs the Demdike Sisters? Speak up!”
“Demdike!” Hetty whispered to Jennet excitedly. “That’s your name!”
Joy Pitt is a professional storyteller and puppeteer in the oral tradition.
When she isn’t busy storytelling in schools, festivals and libraries, Joy spends her time painting and writing. Home is a small, dusty cottage on the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds where she lives with her husband, who is a woodcutter, and a bad-tempered cat called Annabelle.
Joy has three children who have gone out into the world to seek their fortune.
This is her first book.
Book dedications have always intrigued me, but so far I’ve never seen a website dedication. Perhaps this is the first. As it says in The Last Garden, “So special, so loved, so missed.” This little dedication is For Ana.