He woke in a field of honeysuckle with a name and nothing else.The village of Erla takes him in. It is beautiful and it is wrong, with a sky too vivid for any real afternoon and trees that stand exactly where they were always going to stand. The things that come out of the forest move like frames missing from an animation, and Finn's body knows what to do with a blade his mind has never held.He falls in with the others who woke here: a soldier who isn't sure he wants to know what his hands remember, an old priest, a healer who notices more than she lets on, a girl whose sketches can take the forest's monsters apart, and a big man with a joke ready for every question about his past. Something is eating the world from its edges, and what it wants most is to undo the healing that has only just begun in Erla.Something else is watching over them, and it is patient. The wind shifts when they need it and the temperature holds when they grieve. Whatever tends this place cannot speak, so it moves the world by fractions and hopes the people inside it find their way.Finn can't remember the world he came from, but it hasn't forgotten him. On the far side of all of this, someone is sitting at a bedside, waiting for him to come back.Book One of Halcyon Dreams.For anyone who has ever woken up and had to decide what kind of person they were going to be, without the benefit of remembering who they'd been.
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