Arkin, the Orkadian King of Faerie Spring, is bound inseparably to Wensleydale. He, a faerie boy wrapped in human flesh and raised by The Hermit.
Within the peculiar realm of Wup-a-Mnd, Scotland's faeries sleep beneath mossy mounds. Persian Peri are guarded from Giants, and ancient Watchers weave prophecy through amphibian mind. Bound to visions older than faerie language, Wensleydale follows a primordial lineage that winds through realms and fractured memory. He traces the first silver hair of the Veil, threaded into Wup-a-Mnd's door by a Deity. A Deity turned Seelie Queen.
Madeline, a faerie witch forged by mastic thick feathers and fierce longing, hungers for The Merge. A union of power that tethers her fate to Arkin, the Becoming God of Spring. With hot metals and strange potions, she shapes Wensleydale as if he were clay.
When Arkin's crown calcifies into bone, Wensleydale is drawn into vengeance. He saddles the blue back of a moulting-wet Beast, only to learn that creation itself demands an aching cost.
These are words of resurrection, godhood, severed sisters, inheritance, and the strange intimacy shared between fae, humanity, and those destined to become something older still.
The Seelie Tome is a Faerie Grimoire of Wup-a-Mnd's esoteric liminal lore. The Watchers bestow not only a faerytale but a luminous talisman that interweaves a dark requiem, both pagan and holy. May Changeling hands pull you, dearest reader, into it's Labyrinth of Dubnos.
Somewhere behind Wup-a-Mnd, whimsical creatures howl an aching to be known.
Mr Pickles is rather concerned about it all.
