Witchwood Forest

Leave all the mundane and repetitions of the daily grind behind and all the drama that comes with it and join Devil James into the slow-descending trek of the doom and gloom of the dreaded Witchwood Forest. It grows like sinister, haunted old rusty railroad spikes shooting out of the back rural Illinois country roads, spreading over endless miles of sticks that clutter the hills. The same beer cans littered old haunting hills that hold Devils Creek in its cold hypnotizing hands. Lonely places of solitude that illuminate the spirit world are found out here in the mazes of the back country roads of Clinton and Madison County. Come venture out into these twisted old nightmares that cling onto your psyche like the stained sounds of the cicadas buzzing haunting songs over the caws of blackbirds and ravens. Join the Devil James cult and walk among us through the festering clouds of gnats and mosquitoes with the buzzing, croaking sounds of bullfrogs to a place where the stillness beckons you to test your courage. Leave your stress and bullshit all behind and dare to step into the beyond into an eerie solitude of the spirit world where all these sounds vanish into a still silence that holds only the whispering voices of those who reside within. Welcome to a head trip that will leave your poor tattered, battered mind and broken heart guessing every misplaced step along the stumbling path. The clumsy crooked left-hand path of Witchwood Forest will latch on to your every thought and pull it down into a dark descent of mystery, a mystery that will not only set your mind free to a new humility and dignity it so craves and endlessly searches for but a mystery within echoing mysteries that will also unlock the chains of your heart and hand you back the moral compass we all hold so dear. Welcome my friends into the descending darkness of fallen angels who dream of becoming archangels but are too lost to find their way. Welcome to Devils Creek, welcome to the Witchwood Forest. We've been waiting for you so long; we all have missed you so much.

Leave all the mundane and repetitions of the daily grind behind and all the drama that comes with it and join Devil James into the slow-descending trek of the doom and gloom of the dreaded Witchwood Forest. It grows like sinister, haunted old rusty railroad spikes shooting out of the back rural Illinois country roads, spreading over endless miles of sticks that clutter the hills. The same beer cans littered old haunting hills that hold Devils Creek in its cold hypnotizing hands. Lonely places of solitude that illuminate the spirit world are found out here in the mazes of the back country roads of Clinton and Madison County. Come venture out into these twisted old nightmares that cling onto your psyche like the stained sounds of the cicadas buzzing haunting songs over the caws of blackbirds and ravens. Join the Devil James cult and walk among us through the festering clouds of gnats and mosquitoes with the buzzing, croaking sounds of bullfrogs to a place where the stillness beckons you to test your courage. Leave your stress and bullshit all behind and dare to step into the beyond into an eerie solitude of the spirit world where all these sounds vanish into a still silence that holds only the whispering voices of those who reside within. Welcome to a head trip that will leave your poor tattered, battered mind and broken heart guessing every misplaced step along the stumbling path. The clumsy crooked left-hand path of Witchwood Forest will latch on to your every thought and pull it down into a dark descent of mystery, a mystery that will not only set your mind free to a new humility and dignity it so craves and endlessly searches for but a mystery within echoing mysteries that will also unlock the chains of your heart and hand you back the moral compass we all hold so dear. Welcome my friends into the descending darkness of fallen angels who dream of becoming archangels but are too lost to find their way. Welcome to Devils Creek, welcome to the Witchwood Forest. Weve been waiting for you so long; we all have missed you so much.

This setting guide describes the Witchwood, a mysterious and enchanted forest on the easternmost edge of Silverton County. Also described are the Township of Navarre, the unusual settlements it governs, and the ruins, places of power, and other dimensions that can be found within the Witchwood. It also details over fifty unique villagers, spirits, and otherworldly beings with which the players can interact. It includes Lunabella and the Unicorn, a complete adventure that takes place within the Witchwood.

Dive into the magical world of Witchwood in this spellbinding urban fantasy mystery! An ambitious college journalist, Emma Bradford, uncovers more than just campus gossip when she stumbles upon a centuries-old magical conspiracy in her sleepy town. As she delves deeper into Witchwood's secrets, Emma discovers her hidden magical abilities and a destiny she never imagined. Balancing college life with her newfound powers, Emma must: Investigate a professor's mysterious death Unravel ancient family legacies Navigate a budding romance with her charming study partner, Liam Confront a shadowy magical organization threatening Witchwood's peace With the help of her tech-savvy best friend Chloe, the no-nonsense Detective Diana Holt, and a cast of magical allies, Emma races against time to expose the truth. But in a town where every whisper could be a spell, and every shadow might hide a secret, who can she trust? "Whispers of Witchwood" blends: Cozy, magical mystery New adult fiction Investigative journalism thrills Hidden magic and family secrets Perfect for fans of "Discovery of Witches" and "The Magicians," this first installment in the Cauldron and Quill Mystery series will cast a spell on readers who love: College witch stories Magical realism in modern settings Strong female protagonists Paranormal investigation Uncover the secrets of Witchwood today and join Emma on her journey from curious reporter to magical detective. In this enchanting town, every headline hides a hex, and the biggest scoop might just be spelled with danger!

'The SDS must change if we are to survive. We have to become one people again, as we once were, who live and train and fight together. You have both demonstrated your ability to do this, young though you both are. You come from different peoples; one noble born, the other the son of a scout. One desiring to fly dragons when tradition allows only men to do so; the other proving in the best tradition of his people that you do not need to wield a sword in your hand to protect those you love.'

Now in paperback, set in the New York Times bestselling world of Osten Ard, this short novel continues the saga that inspired a generation of fantasists. Pride often goes before a fall, but sometimes that prideful fall is so catastrophic that it changes history itself. Among the immortal Sithi of Osten Ard, none are more beloved and admired than the two sons of the ruling family, steady Hakatri and his proud and fiery younger brother Ineluki -- Ineluki, who will one day become the undead Storm King. The younger brother makes a bold, terrible oath that he will destroy deadly Hidohebhi, a terrifying monster, but instead drags his brother with him into a disaster that threatens not just their family but all the Sithi -- and perhaps all of humankind as well. Set a thousand years before the events of Williams's The Dragonbone Chair, the tale of Ineluki's tragic boast and what it brings is told by Pamon Kes, Hakatri's faithful servant.

Devil-James is not a fan of money and is a spiritual writer who writes only for the art alone, so in all reality, he has no concern whatsoever if you read this book. However, if you are already a fan or self-proclaimed proud member of the "Devil-James Cult" or still find yourself genuinely interested in the weird & unique style of Devil-James, then here is a vague foggy description of what you are about to get yourself in to... Somewhere high above into the dreary dark midnight skies, the slow-rolling thunderclouds of doomy deception disguise the way out. Some kind of sinister secretive eerie exit from these wicked worlds of wasted wonder. The only jaded joke is that it appears the only way to find this escape from the ferocious fate of the brutal begging is to follow the misplaced steps of Devil-James carefully and cautiously into the cynical creepy descent of doom. A terrifying trek into the vindictive void. Of course, you could spare yourself the haunting horror of not reading this and perhaps save yourself the maniacal madness that could well convert you into a stark raving lunatic, hopelessly as bat-shit crazy as Devil-James himself. You have been warned. It's not too late to skip this dreadful, dark delusion while you can. For the rest of you, welcome to the eerie embraces of the peculiar purgatory. We've been waiting for you so so long. We have all missed you so so much.