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‘High up in my eyrie, I the sea-eagle Tuan, saw a huge raven plummet down onto the tent of Nuada. As it alighted on a tightly drawn hawser it spread out its wings, silver-blue in the moonlight, and I knew it for what it was. I watched it turn into a woman, it’s pale nakedness shrouded by dark hair. It was Morrigan, the crow of battle, also beautiful war-witch, who had come to answer the anguished call of Nuada. As she entered Nuada’s tent my heart ached, for I remembered a time when I too was king and received pleasure and comfort from the same dark-haired woman who was my queen, but now lost to me forever.’

Excerpt from my book ‘The Silverarm’