X-Files meets The Omega Factor - set in 1970’s Scotland, this darkly tantalising supernatural thriller follows a psychologist and a lapsed minister as they solve an ancient mystery.
Primeval spirits are returning. It will take two unlikely heroes to save Scotland, if they can survive each other first.
In 1978 Scotland, a centuries-old yew tree...
J. Jinx writes dark, atmospheric fiction where folklore, faith, and fear intertwine. Their debut novel The Yew Tree uncovers the secrets of Fortingall, a Highland village haunted by an ancient curse and the shadows of belief gone wrong.
Drawn to the liminal spaces between science and superstition, J. Jinx explores the human cost of conviction, doubt, and the stories that outlast us. They live in rural Scotland and spend their time wandering places that, for some, no longer exist.
The Yew Tree is just the beginning of the Omen D.D. series. Follow for a deeper look into worlds where history bleeds into myth—and where the roots always run deeper than they seem.
J. Jinx writes dark, atmospheric fiction where folklore, faith, and fear intertwine. Their debut novel The Yew Tree uncovers the secrets of Fortingall, a Highland village haunted by an ancient curse and the shadows of belief gone wrong.
Drawn to the liminal spaces between science and superstition, J. Jinx explores the human cost of conviction, doubt, and the stories that outlast us. They live in rural Scotland and spend their time wandering...
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There’s a rowan tree outside my window, bent slightly by the wind but stubbornly clinging on. That’s the thing about rowans—they’ll grow anywhere. Hillside, garden, roadside verge, even tucked into a wall where you’d swear no tree could take root. In Scottish folklore, that stubbornness gave them a kind of reputation: a guardian, a tree that protects against the uncanny. No wonder our grandparents planted them by the front gate or in the back garden. A house watched over by a rowan was a...
Scotland doesn’t really do werewolves. Witches, water horses, urisks, yes — but wolf-men, not so much. Ireland is crawling with werewolves, France too, but here the stories thin to almost nothing.
Almost, because in Gaelic tradition there survives a dark little fragment called An Tuarisgeal, recorded in the Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Inverness back in the 1920s. The versions differ in detail — as they should, passed mouth to mouth across the years — but if you gather up the...
Aberfeldy is a lovely small town not far from Fortingall, and was home to the Urisk of Moness Burn. The urisk, or Peallaidh, was a shaggy spirit said to haunt the waterfalls above Aberfeldy. Mischievous but not malicious, he explained the gorge’s uncanny power: why the air felt charged, why voices echoed strangely, why water was both beautiful and dangerous. Even Aberfeldy’s name has been linked to him: Obar Pheallaidh, “the place of Peallaidh.”
Highland Perthshire is a place where landscape...