Day 2: Mouldering Detritus

Aunt Margaret collected bits of silver and books, mouldering paper and the detritus of our families’ lives like other people collected coins, or stamps. D: Moulding Detritus? Oh, that’s just a delightful turn of phrase, A. A: Like it? I thought it was lovely, myself. D: You would. A: Whatever – read on, D. Besides […]

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First Fridays: Chapter Seven

Another Friday, another behind-the-scenes look at a chapter of Changelings: Into the Mist. If you’re new, you can start with Chapter One, and be sure to pick up your copy of Changelings so you can follow along! Seven Growing up at the edges of Clew Bay – shadowed by Carrickahowley Castle and Clare Island – it was hard not to […]

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Scum and Villainy

. . . Sean sighed and shook his head. “No Maureen, fighting here – it won’t mean anything.” He stared down at his shoes; he couldn’t face the surety of her idealism. It was stark and absolute and it made her green eyes too bright. Within its grip, she saw and heard nothing else. He […]

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On with the show

A: No, D. Don’t do it. D: What? A: Don’t make me choose between you. D: A? A: I mean it, D. This is work. D: But I— A: No, I mean, they pay me. I have to. D: But– A: It’s the Show, D. I have to go; I’m scheduled. D: A, you can […]

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The history lesson

. . . Although she had been a captive, she had been safe – protected from a superstitious crew by a near-crazed nobleman. Grania and Sean had risked everything in the attempt to rescue her, and the reward was Bingham’s increased campaign to destroy native Irish power in the west. Word had already arrived of […]

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Out of Time: The Race

A: Hey, D – Look at what we did! D: And this is. . . ? A: Our short story on The Community Storyboard! It’s a deleted scene from my book. D: Am I in it? A: Well . . . you’re mentioned. D: . . . A: It totally counts, Druid. This Community Storyboard […]

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Bring out your dead

“. . . Good evening to you,” Maureen began, her voice ringing out in the stone church, cool and authoritative. Grania had taught her well. “I trust you are well. Was that you in the graveyard?” It took a few seconds for the newcomer – his dim outline all that they could see of him […]

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It’s all in your head

“. . .You’re sure it’s tonight?” “Aye. I’ve counted the nights, Maureen. It’s tonight.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re in port, then.” Maureen looked at Sean and mustered a grin. She didn’t feel really glad. In fact, she had argued with the Dubh in the letter on countless occasions, citing this reason […]

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The bunnies made me do it

A: I think I should go outside and write. D: No. Bad idea. I think you should stay inside. A: But it’s spring, D. The flowers are blooming, despite the fact that it was snowing just the other day, and the birds are chirping, and the bunnies . . . D: Which is precisely why […]

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The importance of blending in

“. . . My lady,” Dubhal intoned. Sean could hear the respect for their captain in his voice. “Master Dubhal,” Grania returned. She turned her attention to Sean. “I’m sorry, Sean, Maureen was not on either ship. Both had been abandoned by the time we reached them, anyway – all vital crew had been evacuated […]

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