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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The lurker

“. . . What do you think, Dubhal, will he live?” “His head will hurt for a good while” a man replied from the shadows behind Sean, his voice a gruff rumble. “Here, chew on this.” He reached around and shoved something into Sean’s open palm. Hearing the voice, Sean realized the man – Dubhal […]

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