Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Thanks to my Irish heritage and undying love for the Emerald Isle, it’s a special day for my family. Whether or not you celebrate it, I hope you enjoy the day!
By the way, if you love Ireland as much as I do, there’s still time to enter the Goodreads giveaway to win a signed copy of The Cauldron Stirred, my young adult paranormal fantasy. It’s set in Killarney, one of my favorite places in the world! And I’m almost finished writing the sequel, The Stone Awakened. Here’s the link:
Now, how about an excerpt? The American protagonist is Ashling Donoghue, and her first night in Ireland, she has a vivid dream:
I soared above a silver lake, on which a lone, white swan glided toward shore. I drifted down and behind the bird until, with a sudden acceleration, we became one. As we merged, a cloak of serenity settled around me. Grace was my guide, and I felt freer than ever before.
On the shore ahead, Aengus materialized. He seemed a beacon of love and truth, of all things good in the world. I longed to be near him and swam faster to cut the distance between us.
A loud snap sounded in the woods behind him. Instantly, he vanished.
A misty black mass slithered around the tree trunks and stopped at the edge of the forest. Framed by two trees, it writhed upward into the shape of a tall, thin woman. Her skin was ghoulishly pale; her lips, colorless. Still, she might’ve been beautiful, if not for the evil that oozed from her core. Both her hair and gown were long and black, and they floated on the air as though animated by wind that touched only her.
The sight of her jolted me out of the swan’s body and back into the air above it. Fear coiled around me as I stared into the woman’s stygian black eyes.
She smirked. Then a single emotion subdued her features: hate.