What a book! Tales old and new (and a half a tail cat) intertwined with easy introductions to the wheel of the year. Fiona Tinker’s spellbinding stories took me, as an adult, back to my childhood and reminded me of how easy it was to see the magic then. As we grow older it is easy to forget to just be in the magic. I can picture pagan parents reading these stories aloud at bedtime and their enthralled children going off to sleep to dream wonderful dreams sent by Angus Óg. I shall look forward to re-reading each of these stories, at the appropriate time, throughout the year. ~ Sharon Midwinter Bennett, Schatzi Designs

For years, Fiona Tinker's stories have enthralled the readers of Pooka Pages, children and adults alike. Her lively and humorous stories have guided them seamlessly through the pagan customs and seasonal lore of some Scots in such an entertaining manner that they scarcely realised (until later) how much they were learning. One can scarcely wait to see what innocent mischief Meg and Attila will get up to next in their dealings with the gods, the fey folk and the town people! ~ Lora Craig-Gaddis, author of Elsie and Pooka - Stories of the Sabbats and Seasons; editor, creator and artist

What a brilliant collection of stories. Such a joy to read. Like a cosy blanket I covered myself in each character, weaving towards the seasons. Attila the Bun and half a tail Meg are perfect partners throughout. Shadows from the Dream master himself beautifully woven into a birthday celebration. Ancestors and 'death in a nut' held me glued to a wisdom soaked adaption of the old tale with a herb wife and love owning all! Wulver is oozing with little one-liners: 'clever rabbit, even more brainy since he'd moved to live in the otherworld.' 'Cursed in cat', hilarious! Let the wild hunt ride! Cailleach flew, followed by Unseelie Court and other beings. (What an illustrator could do with such a night sky scene-wow!) I loved how reaching Shetland- was like running out of Scotland. Old Woman of Winter with Nessa flowing away from mischief as a river and onto the loch, gloriously leading to the old woman and her family of Glen Lyon. Imbolg: Loved the First Snowdrops being referred to as Earth's stirring of new growth to start the eternal story again. The adventure of Meg and Attila searching the forest floor for the little flower took me onto a higher plain. Then when Winter sent her fury into a ley line awakening Angus but too close to the Fairy mound for Meg. Feast of Bridget: ahh the Melodious bride of the fair palms, ley lines-snakes and earth's energy. the stolen egg and the way you present the Cailleach is simply magic; blue skin, one eye in the forehead. A formidable spirit, an angry but necessary Goddess. The little owl made her smile. Angus and Bride caught the smile and used it to cut through the mists and clouds allowing the sun to shine again-Spring began to return. And that's me at page 49! This is a WINNER. Cannot wait to continue. ~ Jess Smith, author, traditional storyteller and Scottish traveller