Alannah
As I drove from Liam’s house to the farm, the fog rising from the evergreens that lined either side of the road brought to mind tales of Tír na nÓg and hapless visitors who entered the mists, never to be seen again. Me gran told the stories with relish. I think she enjoyed the looks of fear they inspired, no doubt in an effort to keep me from going astray like me ma did. Whenever I did something wrong, she threatened to send me the Irish Otherworld to let its inhabitants—the Tuat