When I read through the original text of Peredur I thought: shit. Unlike the other tales, it was thin on imagery, the plot was incoherent at times, and there seemed little to hook a re-telling off.

I was the last to be asked to contribute to the series, and it was the only story left. There was a reason the other writers had left it.

One image stood out clearly: the bird killed by a hawk dead in the snow. Other than that, I sensed a lunacy, and a violence.

That was the starting point.