Mean Geimhreadh

An excerpt from my work-in-progress Colder weather crept in as the days became shorter and the nights longer. The sun rarely peeked out from the gray cloud-cover overhead; Étaín and Brigit turned their faces towards the rays when they could, wrapping their brats around them to keep out the wind as they did the day’s […]

Mo Cheann Beag

Excerpt from the first chapter of my work-in-progress Étaín paused, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to enjoy the early spring sun on her skin. She took a deep breath, inhaling the early morning fragrances of the forest: dew on grass, leaves, and berries; the musky scent of red deer that had been […]