Congratulations to Glen Mehn, winner of last week’s prize The Ravenglass Eye, and many thanks to my Aunt for offering to act as a random number generator (while ironing, yet – the Aunt is nothing but game), saving me from having to run around in a frozen Norfolk field whilst suffering from laryngitis. This week’s offering from Jo Fletcher Books is The Snowmelt River by Frank P. Ryan, a book for lovers of Irish mythology, as well as classic fantasy adventure:
On the summit of the fabled mountain Slievenamon in Ireland there is a doorway to an ancient land of terrible power. The gate of Feimhin has lain closed for centuries, the secret of its opening long lost. But now four orphans drawn together by Fate must pass through the portal to face their destinies. What they find beyond is the enchanted but war-ravaged world of Tír, a strange land peopled by beings of magic. Here death waits at every corner and they must learn to fight if they are to survive. And they’d better learn quickly, because their enemy, the Tyrant of the Wastelands, is growing in power.
To win, please leave a comment below, telling me what your prefered portal to another world would look like. Would it be some kind of door or hole or natural passageway? Where would it be located? The winner will be chosen at random next Thursday at midnight: I will thrust the appropriate number of unarmed Teddy Bears into a wardrobe full of winged demons, open the door a crack a minute later, gingerly reach in, and grab the first ragged paw or other Teddy remnant that flies to hand . . . JUST KIDDING. I will probably draw a number out of a hat, while standing on the threshold of my flat. Whatever method of selection springs to mind next week, no Teddy Bears will be harmed in the course of this competition, I promise!