Every place has a story.

Perhaps it has happened once to you. Perhaps you sat once amongst the stones in solitude and felt something, a wavering sense of the ancient, a feeling that something significant had happened right here where you sat. 

What if, as you were lost in that feeling, a spry old woman invited herself to sit down beside you? What if she leaned in and whispered, “Once upon a time, right where you are sitting, a youth lifted up his bow and his quiver and set
off to become a man….”

 And suddenly you no longer sat in a tumble of stones, but in a vibrant, living place where the soil and the forgotten foundations remembered their stories to you in resonant voices. Just sitting, absorbing those stories, brought your soul to life in ways you hadn’t felt in years, in ways that would stay in your memory for always.

 Welcome to a place where the stories of the past combine with the stories of the future and the stories of neverwas. 

Welcome to the worlds of novelist Tonya Macalino.