![]() ![]() Deceptive stone and briar-choked paths that appeared to lead deep inside, but somehow worked to steer the curious away and then there were the strange, ghostlike figures, stirring at the edge of the trees. An ancient wood, in borderland territory. Inside the story itself proved even more enticing. ![]() The intriguing title was spelt out along the top in bold red capitals. ![]() Three large stepping stones led across the water, where, in the foreground, a kingfisher waited on an overhanging branch. On the cover of my Grafton Paperback edition, an Anglo-Saxon warrior-type leant on a sword, next to a thickly wooded stream. I bought a copy from a small bookshop on Bristol’s Gloucester Road, not far from our house. I was 15 when I first read Robert Holdstock’s Mythago Wood, a couple of years after it had come out. All of them repeat survivors of successive culls and clear-outs and each featuring a particular landscape or setting at the heart of the story. ![]() A Place on the shelf: A new, occasional, series about some of my favourite books. ![]()
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