Ireland A Novels & Stories

“You know what? I thought that it would be a long journey. Back in Indonesia, the nearest town would take at least thirty minutes for you to get there. And yet, it was only a ten-minute drive? And with this view? Wow.” William nudged her. “What do you expect? It’s Ireland. Besides, they have a baby,” he said, referring to Saoirse and Stephen. “Don’t get me wrong. I like this place. It’s different from Lisdoonvarna. I mean, while it’s only town there, it’s more grassy here. This is actually what I’ve always expected about Ireland,” Annaliese explained in astonishment, her eyes roaming all around her. “Welcome to Ireland,” shouted Stephen who was already a few meters ahead of her.

It wasn’t like my wife would welcome me into her bed tonight. “You’re from Ireland?” Reagan’s eyes widened exaggeratedly. “No wonder your accent is so sexy.” Subtle, this one. “I’ve been in the States for a while now.” “I’ve always wanted to go to London. Isn’t the queen there? I wanted to marry Prince William when I was younger.” Reagan giggled. My Irish side bristled, but Americans weren’t known for understanding the history of Ireland and the United Kingdom. They thought it was all the same country, for Christ’s sake. I’d been amazed when I’d met an American who’d actually known Ireland and Northern Ireland were two separate

“I’ve never been so directly shot down before. Guess you’re still in search of your mate.” “If you must know, yes I just turned eighteen.” I commented wryly. “I’m not searching for anything. My mate will come in time.” “Let me guess; you thought you might find him here, in the ancient lands of all places.” Abel snorted, “No one has found a mate here in nearly sixty years.” “The ancient lands?” I grimaced, “Since when is the Iridescence Pack called the ancient lands?” “See, you don’t know as much as you think you do.” Abel teased, his wide lips twitching into a smirk. “They’re called the ancient lands because it’s the only place that wasn’t touched by the magical plague.”

All places on my wish list. My shoulders perk up and I look away from the tower for a second, staring into his brilliant honey-colored eyes. "Ireland?" I ask hopefully. I don't want to give in to the game of making promises we're not sure we can keep, but after Paris it's the second location on my list. He places his forehead against mine, blocking my view of the tower. "For you I'd spend time in the green hills with the Irish sheep."