THE ANCIENT MAGIC OF IRELAND LET LOOSE IN THE STRINGS OF A HARP.... The wilderness of oak, ash, and thorn that men call the Forest of Andred existed long before the Saxons entered Britain, or Caesar's legions pressed against Kentish resistance, and even before the first iron-using Celts set foot on the island. Here lives the clan of mandrake-the strange, gnarled vegetable folk. Here trods the unicorn, with blue vapor curling softly from nostrils soft as a woman's breast and dainty, precise hooves lethal as maces. Here are the sacred groves long abandoned, where Druids once fed the trees with human blood. Through this forest of sorcery and a society governed by the sword travels Felimid mac Fal, Bard of Erin, descendant of Druids and the Tuatha de Danann-the ancient faery race of Ireland, armed only with his harp and the fierce magical power of his poetry....