Gwion Dubh (pronounced Duv) is a scrumptious mix of hard-boiled private eye (think Philip Marlowe), and natural- world-wise solver of mysteries (think Brother Cadfael), plus a whole lot more. His long years of training in the druid college have tuned his senses to resonate with every creature, tree and other-worldly being in the great forest which is his natural milieu. He communicates with tree dryads, heather plants, gorse bushes, foxes, and just about everything else. His equipment is minimal - a smudge stick, hip flask, ogham sticks and an owl feather for directional guidance.

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Step once more into the world of living druidry in a mystery peopled with rogues and runes, flower maidens and Norse re-enactors: and the stake our intrepid druid is playing for is the fate of the very land itself. Gwion, with occasional hindrance from his raven familiar, Hugo, is summoned to the red sandstone of the Wirral to once again do what a druid has to do, armed only with his trusty wren bag of tricks and obligatory hipflask.

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