Sons of Macha
A Lord of the Rings for the 21st century. Only a lot shorter. And funnier. And completely different.A KINDLE BOOK OF THE YEAR 2013The thrilling final part of the Shadowmagic trilogy.When Conor returns to the Real World with Brendan and Ruby he tries to settle back into a normal life, but shortly after he arrives he is arrested for kidnapping a police officer. That police officer being Brendan.Accused by the FBI of being a terrorist, Conor tells his interrogator the truth: how he is really the heir to the throne of Tir Na Nog, a place where the trees can talk; that he has fought alongside imps and banshees against leprechauns and brownies; and that he is in love with a feisty young princess.Naturally, no one believes him, until that princess turns up to rescue him and take him back to Tir Na Nog. And when he gets there he finds he needs to team up with Essa, Araf and Taun for one final quest, a quest which will decide is ultimate destiny.Thrills and wisecracks abound in this fitting finale to the Shadowmagic series.
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SONS OF MACHA
JOHN LENAHAN
William Collins
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For Tim and Sarah (Mel) Lenahan.
The only ones I still show off for.
Table of Contents
Chapter One: Special Agent Murano
Chapter Five: Graysea and Essa
Chapter Twelve: The Hermit of Thunder Bay
Chapter Thirteen: Captain Jesse
Chapter Sixteen: The Worry Stone
Chapter Eighteen: Connemara Maeve
Chapter Twenty-One: Master Eirnin
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Choosing
Chapter Twenty-Five: Dumb Idea
Chapter Twenty-Six: King Bwika
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Prince Codna
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Grove
Chapter Thirty: The Shadowrune
Chapter Thirty-Two: The Twins of Macha
Chapter Thirty-Three: Mother Oak
He wasnât a Scranton cop. I could tell that as soon as he walked in. The pressed suit and the newly cut hair made me suspicious but the Italian shoes were a dead giveaway.
âConor OâNeil?â he said in a low voice that made me think he had been practising it in a mirror.
âHay-na,â I replied using the local vernacular. His confused look confirmed that he was an out-of-towner. Not that I minded; the local police had been none too gentle with me. Understandable, considering they were certain that I killed my father, bombed their police station, hospitalised about two dozen of their fellow officers and kidnapped their favourite detective. So when a Scranton cop elbowed me in the ribs when no one was looking it was forgivable but not pleasant. This new guy was a relief. He looked like he played by the book â hell, he looked like he wrote the book.
âMy name is Special Agent Andrew Murano.â
âYouâre a Fed?â
He flashed his identification card emblazoned with a big âFBIâ across it.
âWow, what did I do to deserve the Eliot Ness treatment?â
âKidnapping is a federal crime.â
âWell then you can go home, I didnât kidnap anybody.â
âThatâs not what Detective Fallon tells us,â the FBI man said, opening a folder on the table between us.
âWell Detective Fallon can kiss my â¦â
âYou claim,â Murano interrupted, âthat you accidentally took Detective Fallon to a magical land where you rode dragons together.â
I winced. âWell, when you say it like that, it sounds a bit far fetched.â
âNo, not at all, Mr OâNeil. Do go on.â
I really didnât want to. Telling a story as crazy as mine is kind of fun the first time around but after a while it loses its appeal. Iâve often heard that women hate it when men mentally undress them with their eyes â well, I had the opposite problem. Everyone I told my story to mentally dressed me in a straitjacket. But I recounted my tale once again, âcause Brendan told me to tell the truth.
Brendan and I had arrived from Tir na Nog into the Real World not far from Brendanâs house. The portal connecting The Land to the Real World deposited us inside a small patch of trees exactly at the spot where Brendanâs mother said mystical ley-lines converged. Brendan had always considered that just another one of his motherâs hippy-trippy crazy ideas, but he was learning that many of her crazy ideas were turning out to be true. Detective Fallon and I were the only ones who made the trip. Essa was supposed to join us but she was still mad at me for the Graysea thing.
