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All sagas begin in fire.
In the 1600s, as the witch trials burn across Europe, a boy watches the fire take his home and his mother, and flees south with nothing but the locket she pressed into his hands. It carries a seed: of the first tree, of the old earth-song, of everything the hunters mean to end. Hunted by the Iron Shepherd and carried by the mercy of strangers, the healer, the good king, the smuggler of the northern seas, the boy grows toward the name the whole world will one day wait up for.
The Twelve-Tide Sagas is a dark, tender origin of Santa Claus told through the witch trials: The Blood of Winter, The Crown of Summer, and The Song of Midnight. There is something buried in its architecture that readers find partway in, and then they start again from the beginning. We do not print what it is. Grief, carried far enough, becomes wonder.
