Long ago the little land of Isle seemed to be the whole world. Vast oceans encircled the Forest. The Old Ones walked on the Wastes or the Wealds. Gods, ghosts and delvers in the hollow hills were no strangers to the woven shade at the castle gates. It was in those times that The Book of Suns was begun, although the Sun Kings knew it but dimly, and a far flung fate got started when a lady as fair as sunlight loved the Moon King at Laureroc.