A Glimpse Into Eóin’s Shadows – The Prelude

Some stories begin with a bang.
Ours begins with a flicker.

When we first imagined the world of our Halloween storybook, we knew it needed more than just illustrations and rhymes. It needed a doorway. A soft threshold. A hush before the magic.

That’s how Eóin’s Shadows – The Prelude was born.
It’s more than just a beginning. It’s a whisper carried on autumn wind.

What is The Prelude?

This small book tells the tale of Eóin—a young man with no crown, no armor, no quest. Only wonder.

He listens to the trees. He watches the stars. He believes that even the quietest things hold secrets worth hearing.
And one night, the forest answers back.

A stranger appears. A lantern is passed into his hands. And with it, the weight of something more than light—something ancient, flickering, and full of memory.

To reignite the lantern, Eóin must pass three trials—each more internal than grand. A song. A truth. A silence.

And then… the transformation.

This is not a tale of glory. It’s a tale of stillness, of soft power. Of choosing to become something new.

Of becoming the guardian of Halloween.

Who Is This Book For?

This isn’t just a children’s story.
It’s a story for:

– the quiet ones who feel deeply
– the dreamers who look for meaning in falling leaves
– those who believe Halloween holds something older than tricks or treats

It’s a gentle, lyrical journey—perfect for cozy nights, candlelight, and cocoa. It leaves space for the reader’s soul to breathe.

And if you’re the kind who finds magic in stillness, this one’s for you.

Why a Prelude?

Because every real story needs a beginning that feels.
The full Halloween book opens wide into adventure, wonder, and rhythm—but to feel it fully, you must first pass through the hush. The echo. The lanternlight.

That path?
It begins here. With Eóin. With the forest.
And perhaps… with you.

So this Halloween, if you’re looking for something quieter, older, and strangely beautiful—open the Prelude.
Step softly.
The lantern is still glowing.
And someone is waiting.