Beyond the mirror. Beyond the ordinary.
Legends ofGreen Isle
An ancient magic. A world beyond our own.
And a doorway that was never meant to stay closed.
The gateway opens at dawn.
Some places are found.
Others call you.
Behind the ivy of Stewart Manor, a forgotten garden holds a passage to another world. Beyond it: the Fae, ancient secrets, and a darkness that reaches farther than anyone on Earth knows.
“And four shall come
Innocent of magic”
Begin with book one
The Forgotten
Spell
Matt never wanted to leave Chicago. With war reshaping his family’s life, a move to a gloomy old manor in Georgia feels like the end of the world he knows.
Then his little brother, Toby, disappears.
With three companions and guides no ordinary garden should contain, Matt crosses a mirror into Green Isle. To bring Toby home, he must enter a land of ancient magic—and a struggle already written into prophecy.
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On the other side
Wonder has a wild side.
Enter a world where Celtic myth, living magic, and a perilous quest meet.
A mirror at dawn.
The first rays of sunlight open a passage hidden within Stewart Manor’s garden. Crossing it means leaving the familiar world behind.
The world of the Fae.
Fairy Dell glimmers beneath giant oaks. A fairy, a dragon, and a talking horse guide the way through a realm alive with beauty and strangeness.
A prophecy unfolding.
An ancient sword. A forgotten spell. Four children drawn into a conflict older than their world understands—and a brother who must be brought home.
A glimpse inside
Before the magic,
there was a move.
Every extraordinary journey begins somewhere ordinary. Matt’s begins in the back seat of a Ford, in the rain.
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“It’s not going to be that bad.”
“In whose opinion?” Matt glared at his mother in the front seat of their Ford.
“I know moving to a new location isn’t what you wanted but there’s lots of opportunities to make something of it. Why don’t you wait to make an opinion about the town and its people until you meet them? It may surprise you.”
“It’s not Chicago. Never will be Chicago.” He glanced out the car side window and watched the trickle of rain roll down the glass. Brushing a small dark curl of hair from his forehead, he pressed his cheek against the coolness of the pane.
Chapter One · The Forgotten Spell
© 2020 Constance Wallace
The mirror is only the beginning.
Green Isle is calling.
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