The natural world has always, it seems, been the abode of the magical—and the unknown. And that which is unknown, or poorly understood, can be terrifying. It might be the deep, dark, dangerous woods that Little Red Riding Hood must traverse, or it might be more anthropomorphic, like the ferocious otherness of the Cailleach crone-goddess in Celtic myth, who transforms herself into a rock at the onset of spring. (A squishy, warm rock, we are told.)
Of course, nature can also be dangerous in other ways. Knowledge of its mysteries, in the right hands, can alarm and threaten others. The five novels below each play with the peril, and wonder, of nature in different ways.