Fantastical Fiction

Chapter 2 The car needed petrol, but I was soon on the way. The Saturday evening traffic was light, and I arrived at my parents’ home in Clonmel shortly before seven. I grabbed my bags and walked up to the bright yellow door, which swung open before I reached it. My da reached out and… Read more

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~    ~ If I had ever considered telling anyone that I suspected magic was real, it would have been my best friend, Norah. Being Irish, it was natural to be raised on stories of the sióga and the little people—-Da telling me… Read more