Does every action we make, every word we speak create our reality?

What if our reality were only another's myth?

What if you, a child of eleven-summers,

went out for a walk,

found a friend,

picked up a rock along the riverbank,

and turned your village upside down?

"So my story begins—as a child, with a child's dreams and a child's fears . . ."

The Peacock's Stone is a mythopoeic fantasy set on ancient earth. Shahumin, an eleven-summer-child, is invited into her grandfather's fire circle of wisdom where she learns the old stories that have shaped her people. Encountering a strange, pale boy on one of her river forages, Shahumin steps into a new story, a story that will test the limits of love and loyalty.

Shahumin experiences the terrible power of words, story, and false beliefs, and how it is only love that distinguishes the true from the false.

". . . looking through fear, we name only fearful things, looking through anger, we name only what makes us angry; but when we look through love, then, perhaps we can see how once we saw before, as Woman and Man had seen, so long ago, in the Garden . . . "