The travels of Yan Overton
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 2h 40m
Ongoing, First published Feb 11, 2016
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The travels of Yan Overton is the first story in a trilogy set in the otherworld of English folklore. This modern mythology begins  many centuries ago in Celtic Britain and tells the story of a young boy who discovers the power of magic, the universal web and the meaning of existence through a series of traumatic events in his life. Embarking on an adventure that takes him to realms as yet unseen by mortals and questions as yet to be ruminated.
This is not your average fairy tale of wizardry, It is a journey of self discovery. So come along and join Yan and see where you end up.
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