Ailia doesn’t know who her parents were, where she comes from – or what skin she belongs to, which is perhaps the most important. Despite being adopted by the Cookmother of the tribe and allowed to serve the Tribe Queen, she can never make anything of her life, or even marry. But magical forces seem to dispute that fact: after being saved from terrible rituals twice Ailia finds herself drawn further and further into the mysteries of her land, to the Mothers and into magic.
Set in the Iron-Age with the forces of Rome threatening the small tribes that inhabit pagan Britain, this story melds stunning history with exciting imagination and strong characters. I found myself totally drawn in and insatiably curious to find out just what might happen next. Even writing about it makes me want to read it again.