In a ruined cottage, in the backwoods of Suo, the ghost of an old woman sits by the fireside stirring a cauldron of Suese fat-pot. Her grandson kneels nearby in the shadows, nursing a cup of tea. It is a long time now since he asked her to tell him the story about death, and his dark hair is streaked with silver. He has traveled a long way, across his world, collecting the stories of the peoples who live there. Stories of magic and sacrifice, wars and idols, horror and love. And now he has returned to the beginning. His grandmother's cottage. A hot cup of tea. A cellar-full of secrets. The time has come to write.