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- Herausgeber: Titan Books
- Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
- Sprache: Englisch
It's Christmas eve, but there's no cheer in Tywyllwch, Wales. Four children have disappeared. The mysterious stranger in black garb might be the culprit. What does he know? Did he really see the Mari Lywd? Always ready to stop the unbelievable and profane, Solomon Kane has a problem to solve. How do you fight a folk tale?
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
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Copyright
Dedication
1 The Man in the Snow
2 Two Bottles
3 The Mari Lwyd Visits
4 The Lair of the Mari Lwyd
5 Fire in the Dark
6 Nadolig Llawen
About the Author
THE LAIR OFTHE MARI LWYD
SHAUN HAMILL
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Solomon Kane: The Lair of the Mari Lwyd
E-book edition ISBN: 9781835416877
Published by Titan Books
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First edition: December 2025
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (except for satirical purposes), is entirely coincidental.
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THE LAIROF THEMARI LWYD
A SOLOMON KANECHRISTMAS STORY
SHAUN HAMILL
For my father, Rick Hamill,who always makes Christmas magic,and who gave me the ending of this story.
The Man in the Snow
The afternoon of Christmas Eve was a frigid one in the woods outside Tywyllwch. The sun, observing its winter custom in this part of the world, lingered on the western horizon, and the shadows of the bare trees grew long, quivering in anticipation of total darkness.
Young Rees ran through these shadows, cursing himself for losing track of time. His father had been clear: Rees was allowed to play outside in the afternoon once his chores were finished, but he was not to wander away from home, and must be indoors, at the dinner table, by sundown.
The new rules had begun the week before last, when children about the village had begun to disappear. Four had gone missing so far—including, only four days past, Rees’s best friend, Tacy. The men of the village had conducted searches upon each disappearance, but had turned up no children, nor traces, nor clues. All the adults now clutched their children closer, and yuletide celebrations had been muted this year. They had even canceled the Mari Lwyd.
Rees was not sad about that cancelation. Most people thought the Mari Lwyd was fun, but Rees found her, with her white cloak and horse’s skull-head, to be frightening. Even now, at age eleven, old enough to know it was only one of their neighbors in a costume, Rees disliked the sight of her.
Rees’s father had explained many times that the Mari Lwyd was a figure to be welcomed rather than feared, that her macabre appearance represented the death of the old year and the promise of the new. Rees, however, had never been convinced. It felt wrong to invite death into your home—and the cancelation of the Mari Lwyd’s visits this year, when so many children were missing, seemed to confirm this.
The missing children, Christmas, and the Mari Lwyd had been on Rees’s mind when he had stepped out of the house and onto the lawn that afternoon. After a hard day of work, and nearly ten days of being cooped up with his little sister and parents, the eleven-year-old boy had needed a few moments to himself, so he had deliberately disobeyed, wandering across the yard and toward the trees, heedless of possible punishment.
He had needed the quiet. At home, there were always sounds. His mother in the kitchen. His father tending to patients in the office. His little sister, Judithe, singing, crying, or following him about, eager to be just like her big brother. Out among the trees, Rees could breathe and think. Could wander, at peace in a timeless space.
Or rather, a space that felt timeless. Time had marched on in the woods, the same as it did at home, and before Rees knew it, the sun was setting and he was quite far from home.
