Mountain Tales

 

Mountain tales carry the whiff of otherworldly mystery. It makes no never mind be they tall or mostly true. Spring from the Appalachians or from Lisnafaer, hidden in time and space within the Scottish Highlands. Expect the unexpected. Mountain folk, mostly Celt (some not), have a contrary bone somewhere in their bodies. Animals the same. They’ll tell (or sing) you their tales if you listen. And remember—even the wildest tale is true on some deep level. Even the truest tale is a lie in one corner or another.—L. N. Passmore

“Faeries come take me out of the dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” —W. B. Yeats, “The Land of Heart’s Desire”

“Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.”—John Muir

Appalachian Tales Of Fat Rats, Mad Cats and A Cowardly Collie A Rose By Any Other Name Miracle At Register Three Wheeling, Wild and Weird Country Roads, Don't Fail Me Now The Year Daddy Cut Off Christmas It Ain't the Dead You Need Fear

Scottish/Lisnafaer Tales Alba the Apple Thief How Bright Eye Became Sky-Wulf Dunoon Breaks His Silence

 

L. N. Passmore bids you to come visit Lisnafaer and her other green worlds.