A trip to Granny's house. A shack in the bayou. A slimy, swamp-birthed omen. A little girl whose veins pulse with ancient blood."Over the meadow and through the woods" was never like this . . .Sara hates visiting her grandmother's primitive home during her summer vacation. She hates the swamp that surrounds them, the mold and the strange lights and sounds at night. Until, one night, she discovers what the lights really are and how she is linked to protecting them . . . if she chooses.