Автор: Grove G. R. Grove

This fourth book in the Storyteller series takes Taliesin and Gwernin to Ireland to attend a wedding as representatives of their princes. In the process, they find themselves in a web of politics and …

This is my first collection of poetry (the second is "Pryderi’s Pigs and other poems"). Most of these poems are written in medieval fixed forms, or approximations of medieval forms – one of …

This is my second collection of poetry (the first was King Arthur’s Raid on Hell and other poems). Most of these poems are written in medieval fixed forms, or approximations of medieval forms – one o …

Most of these poems have been published before in one or another of my previous collections, although there are a few new ones at the end. However, although a good portion of my work over the last tw …

This is a collection of prose and poetry taken from the first three books – the Young Gwernin trilogy – of the Storyteller series, which follows the adventures of a group of bards and storytellers in …

The poems in this little book were primarily intended for use in Neopagan Druidical rituals, but there’s no reason others shouldn’t enjoy them, and perhaps find them pertinent to their own spirituali …

The Roman armies are conquering Britain: they have destroyed the Druid sanctuaries and savagely crushed Boudicca’s revolt. In these desperate days, knowing his own death is imminent, the last Archdru …

Many are the tales which were once told of the Druid called Mac Criomthann and the adventures which befell him in the years he wandered Ireland – for it was not a man of Eriu that he was, but a Brito …

"Elidyr Mwynfawr, King of Aeron, was a weak, greedy fool, and like many another such fool, he died of his folly. But because he was a King, in his dying he cost many better men their lives as we …

Britain in the summer of 551 AD: The North is a tinderbox about to burst into flame, the Saxons are stirring again in the East, and Cynan Garwyn, Prince of Powys, is doing his best to foment war in t …

“Blood and fire, gold and steel and poetry, a river’s voice in the silence of the night, and the shining strings of a harp – all these and more I have known in my time… Now they are all gone, the m …