Gravesoil And Birchblood

In the mountains of New Hampshire, in the kingdom of granite, mysticism and madness blow through the valleys as deep and dark as the shadow of the mountains that birthed it. Though many not know of the old flames that burn in the halls of the mountains, those who know know how bright they burn. Varnarmur was birthed from the ancestral flames of old New England steel and through the captive glass of Hiraeth, captures the black autumn silence and pummeling of winter storms all in the kingdom of grey that is New Hampshire. through four chapters capsulated in this tome of New England history, let the sensations of death and rebirth, might and madness, pride and self hatred be told through, Gravesoil and Birchblood.