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Genonn's tired and dreams of a remote
roundhouse in the Cuala Mountains.
However, sudden rebellion in Roman Britain destroys that dream because the Elder Council task him with delivering Lorg Mór, the hammer of the Gods, to the tribes across the straits of Pwll Ceris. Despite being torn between a waning sense of duty and his desire to become a hermit, Genonn finally agrees to help.
When his daughter follows him into danger, it tests his resolve. He wants to do everything he can to see her back to Druid Island and her mother. This new test of will means he is once again conflicted between duty and desire. Ultimately, his sense of duty wins; is it the right decision? Has he done the right thing by relegating his daughter’s safety below his commitment to the clans?
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Fun Facts
We moved from Dublin down to the “Sunny Southeast” in Co. Wexford a few years ago. A strip of the driveway and a backyard became an acre of lawn. My better half never liked my café racer and nearly hit the ceiling (in glee, not despair) when I told her I was going to sell it so we could buy a new ride-on mower.
The Honda doesn’t have anywhere near
as much power, but it is still fun to ride.
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I was a contract writer and editor
in the IT industry for many years. As such, I have lived more of my life abroad
than at home. Over the years, I lived in Cyprus, Germany, Sweden, The
Netherlands, and Italy (including Rome, Naples, and Modena). I speak fluent
Italian, as well as some Dutch and German. I never could get my mind (or
tongue) around Swedish or Greek.
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When I lived in Rome, I was working
for IBM. One summer, we had a visit from a senior executive. He wanted a guided
tour of the Forum during his forty-eight-hour stay. None of the
English-speaking tour guides were available at the time, so my department head
volunteered me as an interpreter for the tour. The Italian tour guide took it as a
personal affront and refused to allow me time to interpret what she was saying.
In the end, I had to make up quick one-liners so we could keep up.
There is an avenue of Doric Columns parallel
to Trajan’s Column. During their day, they were painted with multiple colours.
The tour guide took five minutes describing their intricacy, which I boiled
down to, “the avenue was long and brightly coloured”. The executive raised an
eyebrow but said nothing.
We are aiming for self-sufficiency when it comes to fruit and veg. Since moving to the “Sunny Southeast,” I have built eight raised beds and planted an orchard. The beds are good for spring and summer growing only, so last year, a friend and myself erected a polytunnel, providing nearly all year-round production.
It’s a wonder I find time to write.
A couple of years ago, my sister was
doing a clear-out and found a dusty old copy of the MS in her attic. Of course,
I had to read it thirty-odd years later. It transpires the tome was not only
monstrous in terms of size.
Micheál has been an author for many years. He studied Classics and developed a love of Greek and Roman culture through those studies. In particular, he loved their mythologies. As well as a classical education, bedtime stories consisted of tales read from a great tome of Greek Mythology, and Micheál was destined to become a storyteller from those times.
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