Once I thought I glimpsed her high up in a bush, like dirty rags in a gale.
Together they conjure uncanny visions of eternal forces, beings and traditions, resonating with the beguiling essence of this unique branch of strange fiction..
In this volume, Johnny Mains dives into the archives to unearth a hoard of twenty-one enthralling Tales imbued with elements of Celtic folklore, ranging from the 1820s to the 1980s and including three weird lost gems translated from Gaelic .
In the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, Folklore from Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Cornwall, Brittany and the Isle of Man inspired a new strain of strange short stories, penned by writers of the weird and fantastic including masters of the form such as Arthur Machen, Edith Wharton and Robert Aickman.
From the shorelines, hills and towns of ancient lands, Tales of twisted creatures, sins against nature and pagan revenants have been passed down from generation to generation.
Yes, it is a battle with strong and unknown forces that I have on my hands.
The total silent stillness is one of the worst things.
Not that so far there has been any gale, or even any wind.
Once I thought I glimpsed her high up in a bush, like dirty rags in a gale
