There is magic in the Weaver’s hands…
Accused of witchcraft, Tanaqui the Weaver and her brothers flee their village in a small boat down the great River swelled with floodtide, bearing with them the Undying – powerful statues of their native gods.
But at River’s end waits the evil sorcerer Kankredin, whose nets rob men of their souls and whose dark arts have enslaved all of Dalemark.
Swiftly they are swept into Kankredin’s clutches not knowing that the power to vanquish him is already in Tanaqui’s deft hands – lying there in the mystic runes she weaves to tell her tale: The Spellcoats.