The Whitestone wraps herself in silence. She watches while the slow centuries slide by. The Whitestone remembers all the peoples of the long long long-ago times. She remembers the gentle hunters of the wildwood during Nature's golden age. She remembers how the first farmers came to fell the forests and sow their fields with golden corn She remembers the neglected gods and nameless kings of the age of gold. In seven magical stories that bring the distant past to life, The Whitestone remembers.
