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Florence S. Boos. His daughter May Morris recorded that William Morris worked on The Water of the Wondrous Isles between February 1895 and his death in October 1896 (another tale, The Sundering Flood, remained unfinished at his death). Morris's only woman-centered romance was the last he was able to complete with the loving amplitude of his ...
The Water of the Wondrous Isles is a landmark in fantasy fiction. First published a year after Morris’s death in 1897 by Kelmscott Press—Morris’s own printing company—the novel follows Birdalone, a young girl who is stolen as a baby by a witch who takes her to serve in the woods of Evilshaw.
Water of the Wondrous Isles. morris-wondrous-isles-book is a web based digital edition of the classic fantasy novel The Water of the Wondrous Isles by William Morris (1897). About; Table of contents; Data; Search; The text of Wondrous Isles is Public Domain. morris-wondrous-isles-book is open-source with content by Evan Will CC BY-SA 2020.
The Water of the Wondrous Isles. The Water of the Wondrous Isles is a landmark in fantasy fiction. First published a year after Morris¿s death in 1897 by Kelmscott Press¿Morris¿s own printing company¿the novel follows Birdalone, a young girl who is stolen as a baby by a witch who takes her to serve in the woods of Evilshaw.
The witch-wife took Birdalone from her mother when she was young, and raised the girl-child well enough, if not altogether happily. And perhaps there was a reason for all those things: as Birdalone matured, she took counsel from Habundia, a woman of the wood where the witch-wife feared to follow.
The Water of the Wondrous Isles by William Morris is a fantastical tale about an Englishwoman who must save three women imprisoned by an evil witch. Stolen as a child and raised in the wood of Evilshaw as a servant to a witch, Birdalone ultimately escapes in her captor's magical boat, in which she travels to a succession of strange and wonderful islands.
It was not yet daybreak when Birdalone came ashore again, and the moon was down, and it was dark; wherefore she durst not go up on the land, but lay down in the ferry and fell asleep there. When she woke again it was broad daylight, the sun was up, and a little ripple was running over the face of the water.
