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Released: September 2017
ISBN: 9781370474523
ASIN: B074JFD97S
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TURLOUGH'S TALE
Series: Druid's Brooch Series, #2.5
Author: Christy Nicholas
Length: Short Story
Genre: Historical Fiction
Price: 99c
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After his wife dies in childbirth, Turlough decides his children will be better off with their aunt. He leaves in the middle of the night, with only his son, Ruari. Turlough and Ruari travel west to find music, the other true love in Turlough’s life. Unwittingly sleeping under an ancient Faerie stone, they wake up in Faerie. Amidst enchanting music, they almost lose their souls before they escape with their lives. When they return, Turlough finds two years have passed, though he’s only been gone two weeks. His mother is waiting for him with the gift of a magical brooch.

Excerpt
Glasán, Ireland, 1735

Time. He needed more time. And that was the one thing he couldn’t control.

Turlough held his wife’s hand. She was so incredibly thin. He didn’t want to squeeze for fear of breaking her bones. This would be their fifth child. He prayed that Maeve would live long enough to hold the child in her arms.

She moaned again, and he glanced at the midwife. The woman shook her head and closed her eyes. The tears pummeled at his eyes as he closed his own.

Maeve was the joy in his life. His whole reason for being. She’d never been strong, but this pregnancy had wasted her to a frail husk.

She strained against the pain and screamed. The tears in his eyes burst forth, and his throat closed. The coppery smell of hot blood infused the small, dark room.

A thin scream cut the air, and a small bundle squirmed in the midwife’s arms. Maeve’s hand went limp in his own.

“No! No, Maeve, no! You can’t die on me now, my love, you can’t! Wake up, Maeve! Maeve, please, please, no please, no…”

His throat choked off any more words, and he cried. His beloved wife’s hand was flaccid in his own, but he refused to relinquish it. It was still warm. She must still be here. She mustn’t leave him.

The child’s wail turned to a whimper as the midwife bundled it in cloth and cooed over it. Turlough didn’t even want to know if it was a boy or a girl. He had no wish to see the child who killed his wife.

The midwife left, and he was alone with his wife’s body, but he couldn’t see her any more through the tears. His sobs wracked through him, and he fell over her. He lay there for hours, begging her to return.

Top Reviews
This was such a vivid tale, both enchanting and mesmerising . . . A most entertaining quick read, vibrant with colour and an interesting theme. I look forward to reading what happens next in The Druid's Brooch series. ~ L.S., Goodreads

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I loved the story. It pulled me in and I couldn't put it down. It ended too soon though, left me wanting more! ~ Diane, Amazon

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This is a good story, and the writer has a very clear idea of what she is trying to accomplish with this story and it gives a good preview of her other full length works. ~ Alberto L Pupo, Amazon

 

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