A spellbinding novel that places one family’s tragedies against the uncontainable life force of the land itself. Near a village high in the Pyrenees, Domènec wanders across a ridge, fancying himself more a poet than a farmer, to “reel off his verses over on this side of the mountain.” He gathers black chanterelles and attends to a troubled cow. And then storm clouds swell, full of electrifying power. Reckless, gleeful, they release their bolts of lightning, one of which strikes Domènec. He dies. The ghosts of seventeenth-century witches gather around him, taking up the chanterelles he’d harvested before going on their merry ways. So begins this novel that is as much about the mountains and the mushrooms as it is about the human dramas that unfold in their midst.

Naumi eyed at him and continued, “I always say to my father that he is the best father on this earth. If today I go against his will it will be like murdering his expectations. I can't hurt him.” There was firmness in her voice. “I can't marry you. Go back to your place and live a better life.” She stood to leave. “I respect your decision and I will not ask you to change it. But I don't know why my heart is saying you will come back. I will wait just here. Till dawn to dusk, I will wait for you till my last breath,” Haitu said. Will she come back? To know, read on…