Mud and bone,
streets of white, buildings of gold.
Your best-dressed, your skin is cold.
Your first love, the Goldlands hold.
We walk on bones of hollow keep
Where gold does sparkle,
Gold does keep
With rubies and jewels
Chaos ensues.
Pray the shadowline doesn’t keep your soul.
A soul or two,
or three or four.
You’ll never know until
you walk across the Saltpan floor.
My sister, sister, little dear
What have you brought us here
A doll, a toy, a witch with teeth
Sister, this sister we must keep.
Escape into a realm of ancient prophecies and forbidden magic.
‘Thread the Bone’ invites you on a spellbinding journey where friendship is tested, love defies all odds, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance.
