Publisher's blurb: Birds tweet and bicker among the tall redwood trees, as rabbits dart in and out of the burrows they’ve dug by the roots. The thick moss that grows here, gives off an earthy smell and sprawls across the forest floor towards the dirt trade roads, where caravans pass everyday, creating rutted grooves in the muddy roads. Small wooden palisades surround the road where bloodied bodies lie and at the end a large stone wall blocks your entry into the town.