‘But Ruairi was alive. He would recover. Conor glanced over at him; he was now sleeping peacefully. Sorcha was leaning over him, speaking softly, her hair falling gently over her face like a curtain, enclosing herself and Ruairi in their own private space. It made him feel oddly jealous.

Then he heard her words, and they cut through him like a dagger.

“Rest well, gra mo chroi, love of my heart.”

The love he had felt in her was not for him. It was for Ruairi.’

From Conor Kelly and The Fenian King, Book Two of The Tir na Nog Trilogy. Coming soon…