is a wild and superstitious place, far removed from the royal court in London. Pendle Hill stands a few feet shy of a mountain rising through a wall of mist over a quilt of forest and pasture. It is a place of desolate beauty – a land fit for breeding witches.
The wise women claim their roots stretch back as far as the ancient Druids, before the first Catholic missionaries arrived from Rome and converted the Britons to Christianity. Many remote communities still practice the old beliefs.
King James takes the throne in 1603. When he declares that all
supernatural powers come from Satan the witch hunting season
begins in earnest . . . .