A folk-horror sagaThe Isle
of the Bound

Six books. One island. By Wolfgang Valentine.

The kettle is on.

The story

In 1988, fifteen-year-old Jessica Sheldon crosses a grey sea for a funeral and inherits a wooden chest.

She has not spoken to her father in six years. She does not expect the island to know her name. She feels it anyway, humming up through the soles of her trainers the moment she steps off the ferry.

The thing inside the chest has waited a thousand years for someone with her blood to open it.

The binding has held since before England had a name.
It is coming apart one crack at a time.

When

A prologue a thousand years deep, and four years in which everything comes due.

988 AD1988 – 1992

At the foot of the island, under the rock, the death-goddess Hela is rising — grieving, tired, and ready to put the dead down. What the Sheldons inherited is the cost of keeping her bound.

Start here — Book One

The Thing
in the Net

What she inherits sings in a language no one on the island still speaks. It fails at the summer solstice. So does her childhood: the twenty-first of June is her sixteenth birthday, and the island has been saving the date.

She came home for a funeral. She did not know the inheritance had a will of its own — or that, in this family, the dead come back.

Funny in places and frightening in others, often on the same page. A complete story, and the door into a six-book saga.

Read Book One

The saga

Six books. They are published one at a time, when each one is ready.

OneThe Thing in the NetOut now
TwoThe Keepers of the SilenceTo come
ThreeOld May EveTo come
FourThe Blighted IsleTo come
FiveRagnarökTo come
PrequelThe First BindingTo come

The prequel is set in 988 AD and can be read at any point. Begin with The Thing in the Net.

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