Thriller
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The Long Way Home To Dublin
Part One Sara had let her guard slip. She had been thinking about home. She’d lived here since she was a teenager and hadn’t grown accustomed to celebrating Halloween in this heat. A Halloween without crows or bonfires in late spring heat. She was prepping the colcannon and the steaks. She remembered when curly kale couldn’t…
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Hanging Out With His Corpse in the Middle of the Irish Sea
I sense Garraty’s automatic functions coming back online before I catch a flicker of his awareness returning. You know, while I’m driving a stolen yacht southwest off the coast of Dublin. For the craic of it, I guess.
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The Life Lesson in Purgatory That Brought Him Back From the Dead
Here so, as far as me despondent feckin’ Irish Catholic upbringing has brung me, purgatory’s pure shite, then, innit?