The Celtic magic and mysticism, prior to the Roman invasion of Britain, is written in a scholarly but storytelling weaving – a tapestry of history – because this story would not be true otherwise. Many books have attempted to present the animism of the priteni people and most have failed for one simple reason: the indigenous inhabitants are described in the past tense, alleging that they have long since died out. The brutal invaders, killers and colonizers of what is now known as England, Scotland and Wales have attempted to eradicate the lore, law, customs, language, culture and spirituality of those first people. In many instances rape and assimilation through force would have come close to breeding us out. De Angeles delivers the soul of an ancient and magical people, their valor and humor, the battles they fight to maintain a traditional way of life, and that still live. The author is a direct descendant of Caradoc ap Cunobelinus, one of the heroes in that distant pasts’ struggle for self-determination. To many reading this it will be the first time they have heard the names of these historic people, let alone celebrate their kinship with them. This could very well be your own family. Forgetting is the sleep of freedom.


“No way can I or anyone else, even though we may care about you deeply, know about your private terror or despair. This slipping off sure footing. Your life gone crazy. You, sitting at the kitchen table, hardly able to breath and repeating over and over, what just happened? Whatjusthappened? Whatjusthappened? Whatjusthappened, like some litany of confusion because what are words, all said and done, if they leave us in a tangle of tapeworm-type congestion where even our eyes ache? We can only ever compare. We can only ever hold you as safely as we can.”

ADVANCED TAROT: THE VOYAGE OF PROPHECY teaches the serious student to foretell the future, and provides advice from a professional practitioner of over forty years. This book rewilds the magical and mystical narrative of tarot and we, the prophets, are overdue to do likewise, because language defines a culture and the common language of tarot is replete with intolerably religious iconography, hierarchy, and ignorance of the queer, weird and witch. People, like every species, are travellers through life, in a body, ship-like, on an adventure-voyage to the portal of death—the only truly absolute destination. Without a wayshower: a seer; without the elder who has learned the maps and who can advise of treacherous shallows, bergs and submerged reefs of cruelty and lovelessness, and who is courageous enough to say what they see, the psychic muscle is flaccid and tame.

ADVANCED TAROT | THE VOYAGE OF PROPHECY is a relearning of the journey of destiny through word and image. It guides the seer to anarchy and honesty. It offers a choice to wildly and willfully reject the story created for us, not by us, by an outmoded, colonialist, bigoted, ecologically ignorant and heteronormative domination.


Magical Realism

UNDER SNOW is a story of dislocation. It faces many people for many reasons. The loneliness of an artistic mind trying to adapt to a banal, materialistic, superficial world for the sake of acceptance can be as devastating as any bigotry. Shame is an enforced thing. Some people experience it because they have done shameful things. Most experience it because of
ignorance and bias.

UNDER SNOW is Book 3 in the Traveler Series

When Rose’s father—a storyteller—is murdered, seemingly senselessly, Rose buries him near where they came from, on the wild west coast of Ireland. And now, secrets begin to surface from the peat bog, of gypsy magic, king’s legends, horsehair talismans and the relentless love of enchantment and lore. Rose is thrust into a way of seeing the world—of understanding destiny—that she never would have known if he had not died.


The Quickening | Book 1 of The Travelers Series
Speculative Fiction

(Also available in Québécois as La Fulgurance

Most people see the Travelers as a ragged bunch of musicians, artists, and fortunetellers crossing the country in an old double-decker bus, but these magical creatures are actually the sídhe, the Fair Folk, fairies or faeries, an ageless, magical race of shapeshifters and changelings, bringing awakening to those who are lost. Who just might also be you.

On an unforgettable night of murder and mayhem, Kathryn meets the Travelers and awakens to her true fey nature. She and her witch friend Merrin help the sídhe find the ones responsible for the bombs, fires, and terror wreaked on the Southside of New Rathmore. Trouble escalates when Robin, son of Puck, and Hunter the forest god, is kidnapped. Is Michael Blacker’s Fundamentalist Christian cult behind these despicable acts? Can Hunter and the sídhe rescue Robin before the young god becomes another casualty of this twisted inquisition?

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Magical Realism

Also available in Québécois as L’île Brillante)

Among us walk a race older than time-called the Travelers, called Tuatha De Dannan, sídhe, Fair Folk, and fairies (no such thing as the painted, winged kind). Spirits of earth, water and weather and who appear to us as humans, sometimes. They remember when forests covered much of the earth and we didn’t consider themselves as apart.

The Shining Isle is the story of Holly Tremenhere and the small island of Inishrun. Holly was awakened to the mysteries at a young age, but could not cope with their seemingly alien reality and turned away from them. Now, disillusioned with the senselessness of day-to-day existence, she is ripe for change. Meanwhile, Inishrun has been targeted for takeover by those who do not understand its significance. The isle and its inhabitants harbor an ancient secret-one they will fight to the death to keep safe. 

Book 2 of The Traveler Series

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Magical Realism/Science Fiction

What if we don’t grow up? What if we grow in? If time does not go from the past to the future, what really happens. What if, like pearls on a string, you are the whole necklace? How do you know when you are? How do you know who else you are?

Many clans now live in the red desert around Kata Tjuta and during a seasonal gathering, a tarot seer predicts both a war, and an unprecedented seismic event. And yet what if this has already happened? What if records were kept but understanding lost?

When Ghost takes possession of an empty book with a red leather cover, she teaches herself the almost defunct art of writing. What she doesn’t yet realize is how deeply into the mists of myth her record is destined to travel. Or how it will impact the inhabitants of that land, many thousand years after the coming Ice Age. What if time is a fractal, forever mimicking itself. Like seasons? Like life? Would we do things differently, if we knew?

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A Memoir

Witch people, like magicians and sorcerers, conjurers, druids and hoodoo hexers, like cunning women and cunning men, kadaichas, shamans, manitous, angakoks, curanderas, bruxas, enchanters and shapechangers are needed in this world. They are the stories not bound by dogma or displayed as relics in a museum. They cause disquiet. They summon questions but it’s not their way to give answers. They take us to the wild and the frightening places. The cave entrance under the ice at the base of that crevasse. Blue handprints on the rock face imprinted with an ochre of confusion. By people we cannot name and from a time we cannot confirm. Once Upon a Time people. People of the reindeer. Volcano people.

Born in 1951, de Angeles was sold to strangers by the church for £300. She was always going to be a problem. INITIATION is a memoir that reflects on the moral and ideological changes of the last sixty years. Written in a perennial voice de Angeles, witch, scholar and feminist, rewilds her own story and transforms cultural stereotypes into the language of myth.

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Science Fiction

In the year 2156 the skellig, a shapeshifter named Gamble, is off her tits on moonshine in a bar in Dodge. Thought to be a hybrid of insect and woman, an escapee from the bad batch back in the 30s, she is bagged and boxed by bounty hunters; sold to a laboratory funded offshore by the current Chinese empire. She is to be euthanized but she hits luck. The young scientist set the task of the killing has a secret. He has been inducted into a band of bandits intent on protecting and liberating runaways. Dystopia. Misrule. Pirates, badlands, crossbreeds, cowboys and a big Maori women in charge of a whole town of warriors, the story the skellig tells is one of hope and redemption where hard tech and stainless steel meet legend and myth. Incorporating themes from the Underground Railroad transporting slaves to freedom, wormholes in a bar called the Midnight Express and a raft of characters of true depth, courage and sexiness this is a story where the enemy has no face. Corporate blindness to any kind of suffering and could be called greed. Only a well-orchestrated but desperate run by all concerned—shamans, shapeshifters, runaways, freed hybrids, humans, mutants and transdroids—can offer any chance of liberty. Guided by the starman, the skellig named Gamble, Mukata, Terrence, Bull, Rattlesnake Lil, and Alice in his armored, all-terrain vehicle, flying his rainbow flag on a fifteen foot high middle-finger to the drone swarms overhead, several thousand individuals run, fly or ride in desperation, followed by a militarized force intent on destruction. Across the river that borders two worlds to the unknown lands of ice and snow, a place of legend may or may not exist and guarded by a mythic race known as the Álfur. It’s live free or die trying.


An Anthology of Lore

Witchcraft (the work of animist wisdom holders) is as old as humanity, albeit mainly of an oral nature. There is no other word that is the equivalent in the English language despite the bad rap, initiated by christianity to demonize indigenous wisdom. In the caves of Lascaux, in modern day France, are the images of the magic of the summoning of the hunt, painted perhaps 20,000 years ago. On the tundra of Siberia, the shaman is summoning a soul back to the body of an ill child, and they do not die. The Northern Paiute introduce the Ghost Dance to unite the living with the dead, to achieve the numbers necessary to defeat the invaders. In Australia an Illapurinja, a woman kurdaitcha, points the bone, and causes a just death, to avenge a severe wrong. Witch is anarchist. Witch is also heretical, in the original meaning of the word: the right to choose. Anarchist, not in the politically divisive slander of misrule, rioting and carnage, but in the sense of having and requiring no leader. Witch is the soughing of a breeze in the treetops and waves, like selkies, in a hurricane. Witch is desert, and the cobbled lanes of Melbourne, Birmingham, New York, Prague and Brasilia. Witch is the whir and hum of a spindle, binding those known to harm others, with each action. Witchcraft is not a religion. We do not worship. To know more is to read these pages. This gathering of, (mainly) Celtic lore, as well as contemplations, span fifteen years of the author’ life. It is hoped some of this work will assist witches, still trapped by the bigotry and condemnation of societal stereotyping, to be true to their practices. To no longer feel the need to explain. This is for my friends, all over the world, who have long informed me they don’t want, or need another 101, or ‘how to’ manual. Come and sit with me. The wood stove is warm, and the candles are lit. I’ll make us both strong coffee, or gentle tea. Put your bare feet up on my table, or the hound’s’ll make you wish you’d taken some advice. Make yourself at home and stick around a spell.

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