Pantolwen Press is the publishing imprint of Bryn Glas Books
Its titles are distributed by the Books Council of Wales and Gardners
Based in West Wales, Pantolwen means the Hollow of the Wheel
Pantolwen Press is the publishing imprint of Bryn Glas Books
Its titles are distributed by the Books Council of Wales and Gardners
Based in West Wales, Pantolwen means the Hollow of the Wheel
Enter a windswept, wave-washed land where wolves still roam and the ptarmigan struts upon the moor. Arrive at Caerpadraig, tucked between the mountains, the lough and the wide, western sea. Three fishermen in a small wooden boat are hauling a shipwrecked man ashore. None of them has seen the like of his outlandish clothing.
Charged with teaching the castaway their language and their ways, the priest and his wife face a conundrum. Where has this man come from? Ignorant of the most basic skills, what he does know seems like magic. But trouble follows the Seaborne, and when an islander loses his life, the people of Caerpadraig deem it best to let the ocean decide his fate.
Book 1 of A G Rivett’s beautifully-written time-slip trilogy. A spiritual inquiry. And a love story.
How The Seaborne was written – the inside story … click HERE
When her husband the priest dies, Morag loses more than her life partner. With him goes her home and her place in the community. In addition to these misfortunes, in a society that sets great store by lineage, she is challenged about the mysterious identity of her mother, and it is this that sets her on a quest of discovery that comes up, at first, upon a blank, but in time leads her to the circle of the island’s ‘Guardians’, who mediate her discovery of her mother’s identity, and, step by step, her own deeper self-knowing and self-acceptance.
When Aidan, the new priest, undertakes a campaign to upturn the township’s spirituality, which has accommodated older druidical forms alongside the Christ story, both he, and the community, are set on a collision course.
Quote from The Priest’s Wife by A. G. Rivett
ʻSo itʼs come, Antie.ʼ
Morag looked at her sharply.
ʻWhat?ʼ
ʻYer time. Yeʼll be needed, donʼt ye ken?ʼ