An Claiomh Solais
- The Sword Of Light -
Some things are better left lost.
Malachy Ó Breacháin made a career of finding them anyway.
Whispers from the Isle
I invoke the land of Mumhan,
The land of Mór Mumhan, goddess of this place,
I invoke Mumhan of the fertile shores,
I invoke Mumhan of the fruit strewn valleys,
I invoke Mumhan of the protective mountains,
Nurturing is the rivers and lake,
Fruiting and pleasing are the fields.
Land of Eber the Fair,
Bequeathed to him by the three goddesses,
Banba, Fodhla and Eire of the sweet passions,
I invoke the land of Mumhan,
In the name of the descendants of Corc,
In the name of the descendants of Eoghan.
Caithréim Chellacháin Chaisil
Book of Lismore
A Dublin investigator. A stolen love. A world behind the Veil.
Slumped in a corner of Darkey Kelly's sits Malachy Ó Breacháin. A man who finds people for a living but can't find his way out of his own grief.
Until he loses the one thing he has gained since his world was torn apart.
She filled a hole he didn't realise was there ... until she was ripped across the Veil.
A journey across Ireland back to his roots and a fight with a monolith he had no reason to win. Dragged into Inis Fíor with a book of receipts and an anger that a Fianna warrior would be proud of.
Some things that are lost don't want to be saved
