When a brokenhearted Aurora stumbles into the snowy woods, she comes across a mysterious being that calls itself the Weaver.

Pitying the crying girl, the Weaver gives her a glass spinning wheel, promising to pay her riches in exchange for any thread spun on it at the end of a year and a day.

But as the thread feeds onto the bobbin, Aurora slowly begins to notice what it’s costing her — that a piece of herself is getting caught in the fibers to be sold to the Weaver.

Lettie’s house is falling down around her. And no matter what they do, she and her sister Sana can’t keep up.

Every day, some new part of their house splinters or cracks, but Lettie’s faith is unbroken. After a lifetime of leaving gifts at the ancient yew tree near their crumbling home, the Old Kind finally speak to her: Beware the vandal in the night.

And now she knows. The loose floorboards, the broken door latch, the mysterious leak in the sitting room – maybe these aren’t just signs of an old house in need of repair. Maybe there really is someone creeping about at night, removing nails one by one…