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The sun sat still in the sky, about to clock in for its day’s work; a thunderous thud battered the door. Two SS guards awaited a reply....

Foreword   This book is a work of fiction, but like many stories, it’s rooted in truth: real conversations, real places, real events and...

Introduction     I grew up in Cherry Orchard, Ballyfermot, a working-class estate in west Dublin during the 1990s. This book is a work of...

Chapter 1 – The Girl Who Feared The Dark Bríd checked the oil lamp burning. Just a flicker, barely more than a whisper of a flame, but it...

Richie arrived by himself. It’s at moments like this he missed Sarah the most. An archway of silver balloons marked the entrance. It was...