Fickle Friday

A: So D, are you feeling better? D: Better than what, A? A: You had a few sniffles the other day; I’m just asking after your wellbeing. D: I thought we agreed never to speak of that. A: Admit it; you have a soft spot for Claude. D: Despite that he is not a warrior’s […]

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Double, double, toil and trouble

. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “Your […]

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Thank the bead it’s over

D: A, I think you spelled “Bede” wrong. A: What? No, I didn’t. D: You mean you weren’t giving thanks to the Venerable Bede even though he has nothing to do with this particular book? A: That is really random, D. You’re giving me more credit than I deserve. D: Oh, wait, I know what […]

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Dark moon rising 6.6.13

D: A I don’t feel very good about this. A: Superstitious? You? D: Um, A – I traveled through time; discovered that the Tuatha Dé Danann were real, lived actual myths and created a few of my own. You have to ask? A: I know, but it really isn’t anything – it’s not a full […]

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A mark of distinction or distraction?

“. . . I had the idea before Eoghan reacted the way he did to your revelation – and between you and me, Maureen, we need to decide together if we’re going to announce that we’re time travelers. That kind of information could be dangerous to the wrong people.” “Sean, they stopped burning witches over […]

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It’s all down to this

“Do you want that?” she’d asked him before, expecting his answer to be no, not realizing that he would rather die, would rather be a sacrifice. “I have a friend in there – a dear friend that I betrayed – and I can tell you, he doesn’t want that. He didn’t want this. He would […]

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Stealing the spotlight

. . . There was no moon, no sun, no point of reference. Only the mist was alive with light and movement, revealing his way even as it sought to disorient him. Dubh walked faster, slicing a path through the haze. Although more than five hundred years had gone since he had passed this way, […]

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Monday, Monday

D: Oh no. No, A – who is that? A: What do you mean, D? Can’t you tell? D: You must be joking. A, please tell me you’re joking. A: Does this mean you don’t like it? D: If you mean to tell me that this is m— A: (Giggling) Sorry, D. I couldn’t help […]

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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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