Am I worthy of Juliet, I wondered, worthy as my father was of my mother?
She shocked me. Truly rocked the ground beneath my feet. Made the air shimmer with her power and grace. The woman had slipped free the prison of rules that governed us all and met me halfway to paradi...
Danger sweetens the brew. Makes it more delicious.
Oh love how can we not be together?' Romeo cried. Without the sight of you every day, the smell, the taste of you, I would wither away. My blood would turn to powder in my veins. And you? Have you not...
Bagenal stood gaping as shot whizzed by his head. It was his brother-in-law, the traitor Tyrone. And the man had spotted him as well. Fury rose in Henry Bagenal and he strode out into the field to mee...
Am I pretty? I must be, I thought, for all girls in love are pretty.
You cannot know he said simply. Very little is certain in this life, my lady.
Time would be my friend, I told myself.Yet time, I knew even then, was my enemy.
Most congenial, the booleying life, though never as exciting as the sea. Sure
O’Neill could feel rising off them devotion and love for him, and he knew they would lay down their lives for their high chieftain and for the new cause, only now taking shape in their heads. The caus...
If you find a way to write with open heart to Diary, a friend with Truth, no detail spared, your tome like Petrarch’s works will contain the scattered fragments of your soul.
I whispered to my mother that if I were forced to marry the snot-nosed little thug, I’d do as Brigid of Kildare had done when pressed to marry—thrust her finger into her eye, pullin’ it from the socke...
Some promises are lies we never meant to tell.
Tyrone, after wandering with his family through France, the Netherlands, and Germany, finally took up residence in Italy, subsidized by the Pope. Every night, deep in his cups, he would brag that come...
The last days of GRACE O’MALLEY’S life are a mystery. There are records of her ships—if not personally captained by her—still patrolling the western Irish coast in mid 1601. She seems to have lived at...
For men love what they cannot have, and hate what they cannot control.
There were more serious days, when the Brehon judges would come round on their circuit of Connaught to hear the civil suits, and cases of crimes committed in my father’s territories. ’Twas our ancient...
So why submit? I know this as sure as I’m sittin’ here across the roast from you. They’re tryin’ to bury our law and eradicate our language. And once they take your name, they’ll take your freedom too...
Grace rose from her chair and Elizabeth too came to her feet. I thought your arse would be sore by now, said Grace. It is a bit. You have to be careful when you ask the Irish to tell you a story.
Everyone knows that for a woman to conceive in the act of coition she, as well as the man. must be satisfied. Is that not true?Of corse it is true.