A dreamy meditation on wilderness, art, the environment, and the hidden beings and places that haunt the world. An indictment of our treatment of nature, the story is angry and wistful in turns — but ultimately lands in a place of hope. Not my favourite of De Lint‘s works by far, somehow lacking the ethereal magic that usually flavours his writing, but I enjoyed it. And you cannot beat Brian Froud for adding beauty, mystery, and a bit of sly fun.