And from that fatal moment, till this time The fairy king has never deign’d to show His native form, but wandering to and fro Now dwells upon the mountain peak sublime, Now hid beneath the forest’s gloomy shade… – Oberon, A Poem, from the German of Wieland, by William Sotheby, 1798. [1] Over the past few years, since the publication of The Book of Oberon, a sixteenth century manuscript grimoire, I have had a curious fascination with the folk magic custom... Read more