Longmead
The great half-mown hay meadow beside Tedderley in the cozy-fantasy land of Wending, where a wandering inn once set down her doorstep a dozen paces from the cut grass.
A Field Guide To Wending
The Wending Almanac
Warm little field-notes from the realm behind the books: the places the Goose wanders, the folk who keep it, the creatures underfoot, and the small rules that make Wending, Wending. Wander in; nothing here bites.
Locations
The realms, villages, and warm corners the Goose wanders through.
Tedderley
A little haymaking village near Longmead in the cozy-fantasy land of Wending, where the whole parish sits down to one long supper table on the longest day of the year.
The Old Linden
The great flowering linden on Tedderley's green in the cozy-fantasy land of Wending: a hundred summers of blossom, bees, and the whole village gathered in its shade for the longest-day supper.
Wending
The cozy-fantasy realm you make your way through: a patchwork of small kingdoms, feast-days, and country roads where fairy tales are real, gently askew, and never in a hurry.
Characters
The Keepers, crew, and kindly folk who make Wending feel like home.
Bramble
The gruff-but-soft hob who tends the Gadding Goose's travelling greenhouse in this cozy-fantasy world: centuries of quiet care, terse as a closed gate, tender as the youngest seedling.
Bryony Thistleton
An earlier Keeper of the Gadding Goose in this cozy-fantasy world: settled, brisk, and fond, she talks to the furniture with affection and answers letters no one else can.
Petta Hayward
The young hayward of Tedderley in this cozy-fantasy tale, who keeps the longest-day supper and, when it all goes wrong, does the bravest thing a person can: she writes to the inn.
Suds
The kitchen-sprite of the Gadding Goose in this cozy-fantasy world, who runs the impossible kitchen where the stove somehow cooks whatever the next celebration will need.
Creatures
The enchanted establishments — and the one goat who runs them.
Marigold
The ill-tempered goat who came with the Gadding Goose in this cozy-fantasy world and considers herself management: no magic, supreme self-regard, and a documented weakness for garlands.
The Gadding Goose
Wending's wandering inn: an enchanted, opinionated establishment named for the carved goose over her door, never a live bird, who hops overnight to whatever celebration most needs mending.
Lore
The rules, customs, and feast-days that hold the realm together.
The Inn That Wasn't There Yesterday
The old Wending custom of writing to a wandering inn in this cozy-fantasy world: address a letter to 'the inn that wasn't there yesterday,' and if your celebration is coming apart, she may just answer.
The Long Board
The single great trestle table at the heart of a Wending village feast in this cozy-fantasy world: old as anyone can remember, set by the hayward, and meant to hold the whole parish at once.
The Sunstead
Wending's longest-day feast in this cozy-fantasy world: the whole village at one long table, and a midsummer light that will not ripen until the village is of one mind.
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