Mark Paren
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I agree with you. If it wasn’t in the Irish mythology (Cath Maige Tuired 12th century), I would’ve thought it over the top. In the actual documents created by the monks Dian Cécht killed his son. I used poetic license.
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Aiden came downstairs to find the kitchen already occupied and already strange. Rowan was at the Aga, which was normal. The porridge was on, which was normal. Declan sat at the table with his coffee and his notebook open in front of him, which was normal, a bowl and coffee mug sat in front of his chair which was also normal. What was not normal was the way Rowan kept glancing toward the kitchen doorway every few seconds. Or the way Declan had written nothing in the notebook despite having s
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You’re perceptive as usual. Nothing dramatic but the next chapter will at least hint at answers.
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That’s an interesting comment on a couple of levels. The Irish mythology is believed to be based on Indo European myths that also inspired the Greek pantheon and the Roman pantheon and several others. One question might be where did the Lourdes story originate from? if you’re interested in the mythic origin story of this narrative, you might find the next chapter interesting.
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Declan is fine and his world has been shaken. Thanks for the comment.
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I’m happy you enjoyed the description of the well. The solar clock is ticking. Thanks for commenting.
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Yes, it was the most magicey thing so far. Thanks for commenting.
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Getting Declan into the car was harder the second time. The paracetamol had taken the sharpest edge off the pain but not enough, and every movement required negotiation between what his body would allow and what the situation demanded. Rowan and Aiden took his weight between them. Cianán moved ahead, opening doors, clearing the path, anticipating what was needed before anyone asked. The leg was bad. Worse than bad. Below the knee it had the wrong shape, a subtle but unmistakable wrongness t
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Stay tuned. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. More will be revealed about the vial.
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I suspect you’ll learn something new in the next chapter. Thanks for commenting.
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Thank for commenting. Is nice to see that readers are engaged.
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Aiden knows about Cianàn, Declan is highly suspicious and Rowan must know there’s something unusual about the teen. We’ll see what the well reveals. Thanks for commenting..
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The afternoon had settled into the kind of easy quiet that Aiden had stopped noticing he was enjoying until he found himself not wanting it to end. They were on the sofa, shoulders pressed together, Aiden’s phone between them with a playlist running through the small Bluetooth speaker Rowan had left on the coffee table before disappearing with suspicious convenience into his office. He’d handed them two glasses of cold lemonade on his way out, said something about quarterly reports, and clo
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I must confess that I don’t read much poetry. I should definitely read more. This has given me something to think about.
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Life can sometimes feel perfect when you’re fourteen. You tell yourself it will last forever, but you always grow up. Thanks for the comment.
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A little bit more about the vial in the next chapter, though you’ll have to read between the lines. Thanks for commenting.
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Advise accepted. I’ll delete the cliffhanger. Just be warned, there will be conflict in the next chapter. Thanks for commenting.
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I wanted this to be a “breather” chapter. Maybe I should have skipped the last few paragraphs. Thanks for commenting.
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The morning of the third day arrived gray and still, the kind of stillness that felt less like peace and more like waiting. Aiden was downstairs before seven, which was unusual enough that Rowan looked up from the Aga with mild surprise. “You’re up early.” “Couldn’t sleep.” Aiden dropped into his chair at the kitchen table and folded his arms on the surface, staring at nothing in particular. Rowan turned back to the stove without comment. The kitchen smelled of coffee and butter b
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In some way Father Michael’s heritage and religion are aligned. He and Declan are descendants of the Milesians, though they have taken different paths. Glad you liked the chapter. Thanks for commenting.
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“blood boil…an ignorant pile of human filth and excrement with a bad case of oral diarrhea…..” is that from ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas?’
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They left Trinity College in the early afternoon, the weight of the Long Room and the glowing pages of the Book of Kells still lingering in the air between them. The city felt louder after the hushed reverence of the library, but Cianán moved more slowly than usual, his steps measured as though each one cost him something small and unseen. “I’d like you boys to see Newgrange,” Declan said as they reached the car. “Carrowkeel has more tombs, but none of them match the size and grandeur of Ne
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Cianàn has a connection to the vial, but it is only a hint at his true nature. Thanks for commenting.
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Those familiar with the Mythical Cycle of Ireland , may have a pretty good idea. Thanks for commenting.
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Right the “family” was an ruse for Cianàn to join Aiden on the trip to Dublin.
