I didn't set out to write a retelling. Crown of Hawthorn Leaves began as a question I couldn't stop asking: what happens when the gods stop answering?
Every old story has a doorway in it — a place where someone stood and chose. Those are the moments the legends never bother to record, and the ones I can't stop writing.
Celtic mythology doesn't hand you a pantheon on a plate. What survives is contradictory, haunted by the gaps between what was written and what was lived.
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