Tir-na-nog Stories

Only three things matter to all good fey; fighting, festivities and fornication. Eamon mac Aeveen is the youngest child of the king of the fey. With twenty-nine older siblings, Eamon's always allowed himself to indulge to excess even by fey standards. His fiann are the only ones he lets near, and even then they're at arm's length. But, he has earnt the fierce loyalty of his eight fighters and they are the only ones for whom he would lay down his immortal life. Their oath is strong and their bond stronger as they stalk Tir nAill and Innisfail for threats to the balance. What do you do when you find out your life is half a lie? Well, one-quarter a lie, anyway. Niamh O'Callaghan was a normal girl. Or, so she thought. When a chance encounter with two strange boys finds Niamh in some perverted version of Hogwarts, she has to learn to fight, weave magic, and not fall for Killian, the boy with the brilliant blue eyes. Because fey are not like humans and there is nothing normal about falling for one. Thank Danu for Lachlan, who is more brother than friend in such a strange place. The only thing stronger than your oath... If falling for Killian wasn't worrying enough, Eamon's return to Gryffnhall throws Niamh's world upside down once more. Once a friend to her parents and still haunted by their deaths, Eamon has nothing to lose and everything to gain by taking Niamh from Killian, and he sets out to do just that using every tool in his royal fey arsenal. Niamh's determined not to give into either of them ...is the power of Her heart. But, an old evil is resurfacing and Niamh has an inheritance to claim from the king. So, Eamon and the Gryffyns are tasked with escorting Niamh and her fiann to the king. And, if they can lure out the big bad gunning for Niamh, all the better. But, travelling in close quarters stirs up trouble between Kilian and Eamon in the battle for Niamh.

The outposts are one thing, fey court is another entirely. With an inherited title she didn't earn and massive shoes to fill, Niamh tries to adjust to fey court. Dwendardian's forces are bombarding the castle, demanding Niamh's head for their leader. The harder she trains, the less adequate she feels, not in the least when her growing power only seems to be present when Eamon's annoying her. There is very little difference between love, lust and obsession. But, there is more than looming threats to the safety of all realms; the king's sons are caught in their own games and aren't averse to getting someone killed. While Eamon reminds himself his feelings for Niamh go no further than a simple fey obsession, he is still involved in the tug of war for power among the king's children. Fey obsession is a dangerous thing... So, oaths are formed and relationships tested as Niamh and Eamon are forced to hide away with the hope the fey can draw the fomorians away from Elfhaven. There, their own relationship is tested as Niamh gives in to her attraction to him. ...and, Eamon's will not be the only oath broken. But, once the threat is passed and they are back among others, Eamon is cold, distant, and his oath is near broken. But, not as broken as Killian, who senses the connection now forged between Eamon and Niamh. In faery, friend and foe hangs on a single whim. As Niamh continues to learn more about her fey heritage, she will come to see that there are many layers to the fey psyche. And, while she's slowly shedding some humanity and becoming one of them, she's only barely scratched the surface.

WARNING - This book contains mature themes. Sensitive readers may find some content upsetting. Ages 18 and up to read only. Cover from CANVA AI. Every kid has read them, or had them read to them. Fairy Tales, those legends and myths that evoked our imagination, captured our hopes and fears. Hope that no matter what evil witches, dragons or other obstacles we face, we can overcome and have a happily ever after. In the Disney versions. The Originals weren't made to package and sell a new age of romanticism to a youth who could grow up without the pallor of War and Poverty. Those stories were a warning, passed down from generation to generation. A chance to get away from the mundane is usually the start. Marina was a Princess in a thriving Kingdom, lost in daydreams and adventures until she rescues a handsome, drowning prince. Cue heartache at not having something she wants. What is a Princess to do? Naturally, she sacrifices her entire life to a Sea Witch for a chance to prove her love to the man she saved. And then she kills herself. That's how The Little Mermaid went. If only I had been that lucky. Which brings us to the other end of the spectrum. Rumpelstiltskin. What a mouthful. Even reading it is a pain. The King comes by and tells a poor family pay taxes or you die. Struggling to survive and facing execution from an idiot King, the millers daughter makes a deal with a little Demon - her firstborn for gold. What's a poor peasant woman to do? NATURALLY she agrees. For some reason, that idiot woman who made two impossible promises was saved by guessing the weirdest, most singular name in the world in a loophole to her contract. If not for copy and paste, that name wouldn't be around. Not a princess - not a peasant. I was a cashier. You'd think that would make me closer to the unnamed Queen. No one knew my name even though I had a name badge. What's a cashier to do when she goes up against an Evil Witch and her Son? Step into my fairy tale to find out.