Best Fiction Set In Ireland Novels & Stories

“I was thinking of building us a little getaway cabin here. It could be our go to place for alone time or date nights. I’m afraid Ireland doesn’t offer much for intimacy other than beautiful scenery and beer.” I smiled. I liked Ireland. I liked the quiet and the peace we got most nights. There’s no heavy traffic and unless we had a party or something bad happened, there’s usually no big crowds of people.Of course, our house would stay busy once it became the official royal court, so his idea was perfect. “I think it’s a great idea.”

The stone room in the Callahan mansion is submerged in pre-dawn Irish darkness, but my mind is on fire with a clarity that slices through six years of conditioning like a heated blade. Galway. The name surges out of nowhere, bringing with it the scent of sea salt and wet stone, the sound of out-of-tune bells, and the phantom weight of a ring that should never have left my finger. I’m in the back seat of a dark car, watching Irish rain turn the landscape into a blurred watercolor as Dublin disappears in the rearview mirror. My heart beats in a rhythm that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the inevitability of gravity.

If New York had been a war, Ireland was the ceasefire nobody trusted. At night the sea hurled itself at the rocks. In the morning the fog crawled up to the windows to see who’d survived. Maeve liked to joke that I brought the weather with me—storms, broken things, and all the wrong kinds of attention. But she still left mugs of warmed blood by the fire without being asked. Small mercies. The Byrne house wasn’t the kind of place you could ever really sleep in. Every beam sighed, every door decided when it wanted to open. I took to walking the cliffs instead, following the deer trails through the gorse until I could pretend I was just another shadow that the land tolerated.

She tightly closed her eyes so that the sleep could take over her senses and pain but failed terribly, neither the sleep came nor the prince leaving her wide awake staring at the wall blankly. __________ Dublin, Ireland. It was a dark and gloomy night which was silently warning everyone to be safe at their houses and avoid getting out at the roads. It was almost midnight and everyone was still at the roads enjoying their sweet time with their loved ones or alone. Clubs were full due to it being the Saturday night.

Chapter Forty-Two: Doe, A Deer As much as she hated leaving the issue unsettled with Caius, it was difficult to hold on to acrimony when they crossed into Bael. It was picturesque and reminded her strongly of pictures she had seen of Scotland in her books. When she mentioned that to Eamon, he said, “Ireland would be more apt, since our people settled that region when some emigrated from Bael, but the geography is similar. Those Baelic folk used their magic to shape their new realm to resemble Bael.”