The Demon of Annwn

A young woman is destined to become Banriona, Queen of the Witches, but she must also face the Demon of Annwn, from a netherworld where time and space are endless. Will Arianrhod survive the rite of ascension and defeat the demon or will her soul be trapped forever in the depths of the Annwn . . .

Crom-Cruach screamed from the triangle. Tonight, he was certain he would have her. The Tuatha fawn. He had been so close, so many times. Now he was determined to have her no matter the price. He streaked across time and space searching for her, reaching out to her, to the place that Peter was leading him. Then he saw it. A light, glowing like a beacon from an ancient hilltop. Through the Abred he descended, his great dragon claws reaching out.

She was there, naked, mating in ritual with a man. The glow swirling around them was intense as Crom-Cruach sought to snatch them both. His claws slashed against the circle as sparks of light shot out into the astral. He couldn’t get through! The Tuatha Asarlaí! He screamed in frustration and then circled round again. He had to have her. He would break through the wizard’s wall!

Suddenly he heard it. A noise like a distant rumble that seemed to come from everywhere and yet nowhere. It grew louder, closer.