An unnamed girl lives in a cave with her mother, in a wild wood warded against danger and those who would seek them out. But as she grows, she searches for her name, and her life, and with a great longing she leaves in order to become what she must. Griffith’s language is as vital and fierce and ripe with magic as the girl, and her story—of immortals and sorcerers and holy grails, but also fresh love and swordplay and the need to belong—as bright and life-giving as any age-old myth.