About
Before he was a legend, he was hunted.
In the long winters of sixteenth century Europe, when folklore was evidence and belief could send a woman to the fire, an older and stranger people still moved through the trees. The Aelf-King Sagas follows one of them across three books: a half-blood boy with frost in his hands, the healer who shelters him, and the slow, costly making of a figure the world would one day soften into a symbol.
This is the origin of Santa Claus told the hard way. Not the wreath and the warmth, but the persecution and the long road that earned them. Folk tradition against institutional power. Suffering turned, across a lifetime, into wonder. Shaped by the Twelve Days of Christmas and carried like a chronicle from one century into the next.
Blood, then crown, then song. The whole trilogy, told as the old tellers told it.
