Beyond the endless spindrift, beyond the rocks of the first, broken moon, there lies an island. Some myths have it as a great stone-boned bear that waded out in search of the rumoured kingfish and became mired. Some legends say it was a dragon killed and turned to stone by the ancient King Roanegar. And some geologists, in a storytelling mood, call it the lost daughter of the mainland.
The locals have named it Tam Ys.
The way to the island is through a private link. Passage costs $10.00 (US) and can be paid here ...
Once you have the link, you may come and go to Tam Ys as you wish. Listen to the fisherwives sing for their husbands. Watch the women gather medicinal flowers, learn how the pig-farmer's daughter became queen, and wonder what befell the beautiful prince who went hunting one day in Sironet Forest and was never seen again. Follow a strange and sad white thread of a tale which a Magician picks up and traces into the shadows of the island. Dance to sea music on a moonlit shore.
Stories and songs will be added over the weeks, and you will also be given links to places where you can hear some of them read and sung.
The heart of Tam Ys is made of grass.
It whispers petals like poems and sings a drift of seeds.
It lies in the laps of the old mother trees and dreams.
The heart of Tam Ys is a simplicity. Or so it seems ...