top of page
roszie-park-7591049.jpg

Where mists engulf all...

Briarhollow

Some places disappear because everyone leaves. Others disappear as something that should not wake up is stirring again.

​

Briarhollow is a small, declining town in northern England, surrounded by moorland, woods and persistent mist. The ironworks that once sustained it stands empty. Brambles creep across the abandoned railway, and the station timetable still promises the arrival of trains that no longer run on the rusted rails. The church is closed, the graveyard is overgrown, and each year more young people leave for lives elsewhere.

​

Those who remain are the ones bound to the secrets of the town.

​

Briarhollow has always existed close to another world. Old stories speak of fae spirits dwelling in mirrors, dreams, graveyards and railway crossings. Once, mortals understood how to live beside them. Promises were kept, boundaries respected and proper offerings made. Over the generations, those customs became children’s stories, and the stories were slowly forgotten.

​

But the faerie does not disappear just because it was forgotten.

​

Now the boundary between worlds is failing. Dreams spill into waking life. The dead have begun to speak. Mirrors reveal lives that were never lived, and a train can be heard approaching along rusted tracks. Beneath the town, something ancient stirs among the thorns.

​

Six mortals find themselves bound to six fae beings, each connection shaped by an old wound, an unfulfilled promise or a choice whose consequences have not yet ended. Among them are parents and children, former lovers, childhood friends, the living, the dead and those who no longer fit comfortably into either category. They must uncover what happened to Briarhollow, what their families did to preserve it, and what price was quietly passed down to those who came after.

​

Saving the town may be possible. But faerie has never given anything for free.

​

Briarhollow is a story about regret, grief, duty and love. It explores families shaped by loss, love that becomes obligation, memories that cannot be trusted, and the question of whether protecting someone means holding them close or allowing them to change. At its heart lies a choice between preservation and transformation: what deserves to be carried forward, what must finally be laid to rest, and who gets to decide?

bottom of page