The blood that coursed through their veins was untainted pure. They were genuflected in preparation for the Harvest, as had their fathers and their forefathers. They were pure, they were willing they were Chosen. Every chosen man was naked and stillĭripping wet from their submersion in the hoary lake at the foot of the hilltop. Once each man was stationed in his allotted place within the circle they were each brought to their knees by the black hooded Druids performing the ceremony. The inky sky was clearĪnd the stars sparkled brightly in rivalry with the flames blazing beneath them, pulsing to the rhythm of the Bodrans that echoed through the valley. Torches flickered furiously against the impudent wind blowing across the hallowed hilltop. The chosen men were led in single file into the ring of ancient standing stones. In the land of Cymru, three is a powerful number.

Small folk or faeries, they accommodate the Pride Gelli Mountain, sacred meeting place of the Bwy HirĪncient bond of Chosen, Druids and Bwy Hir Title to all those not part of the Triskele Name given to the male initiated of faithful familiesīards, alchemists & learned. Lowri Thomas asserts the moral right to be identifiedĪncient race, referred to in the bible as Nephilim Photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior In any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, Stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, No part of this publication may be reproduced, Any resemblance toĪctual persons, living or dead, events or localitiesĪll rights reserved. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are This novel is entirely a work of fiction.

The Triskele by Lowri Thomas