“The hag, a ruined house of skin and bone, sits winding up a thread. It is a thread that draws us slowly, inevitably into the withering arms of age. It is our ruin. But on her tongue is a song, on her breath is the fragrance of truth.”

This story of a great search and the ultimate journey, is a reconfiguration of wild Irish mythology that lays bare our thirst for truth. Elemental, poetic and moving.