Off the southern coast of Iron Age Britain there lies an island whose shore is gnawed by the hungry sea. Small and sparse on the surface, it seems a dull and barren place. Except for the voices that call on the wind.
Some call it cursed, others prefer not to speak of it at all, but for those who set foot on its shores it is hard to forget.
Because what the island takes, it keeps. Including its sisters, the children they have and all the souls who have ever died within its long reach.
The island watches and waits and plots and plans - but what it wants most of all is a new Icarus to lead it to freedom.