The new series I have coming out from Del Rey next year (The First Empire) explores various legends and the truth behind them. One character from Elan who you've not been introduced to before is the Tetlin Witch. Given that All Hallows Eve is upon us, Robin thought you might like a little sneak peak to the Tetlin Witch, so here is a poem that first appears in the fourth book of that new series, but about a character who comes up even in the first book (Age of Myth). I hope you enjoy it!
Far beyond the woodland hills, beyond mountains vile,
Hidden in a mist-soaked swamp, upon an awful isle.
She haunts the lapping blackened pools, and creeping ivy ways
And there awaits with hair of black and eyes a dismal gray.
She waits they say for time to end, and her life to be through,
Until that time she waits for me, and also waits for you.
Within a hut beside a pool the Tetlin Witch does dwell,
And watches at the fetid pond, the door that leads to Rel.
And there she sits upon her stool beside the very brink,
And watches as the fated fools down in the darkness sink.
Beware the Tetlin Witch my friend, and never go astray,
Beyond the woodland hills, beyond the light of day.
Or you too may find yourself caught up in the mire,
Sinking, screaming uselessly, helpless til you tire.
Then under the muck, under the water, deeper you will go,
All of you lost, forever gone, the Witch cackling as you go.