𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶? { in which a city doctor gets more than he bargained for when he moves to a quaint country village during the latter half of the second world war } Started: Tuesday 30th October 2018 Published: Sunday 11th November 2018 Finished:

"I lost touch with the world, hiding away in the shadows of my bedroom, but I did have one friend: an imaginary spirit dressed in black. He had no name, yet was always present... But when I became an adult, I realised that my friend wasn't just a figment of my imagination. Its name was Death. And it was everywhere." • • • • • The remote Island of Ketterwick, somewhere just off the coast of Northern Ireland, was renowned for many things: stunning scenery, quaint towns, and a solitary individual named Ardál Hughes. Many myths surrounded him and many made up as ghost stories to warn children away from his fraying (and supposedly haunted) house. But there two things that did haunt Ardál- the passing of his mother, Ina, and a black cloaked figure called Death. Death knew everything. It knew who was going to die and the exact moment they were going to do so. And Death knows what happened the day the life was drained from Ina's sick body and failing heart. But, for Ardál, learning the truth to put his mind at rest will come at a high price... • • • • • Started: Sunday 24th March 2019 Published: Wednesday 17th April 2019 Finished: -