Irish Gothic Literature Novelas e Histórias

“I figured you’d be informed about the process, what with you being a political science major and all.” “I’m not worried,” he scoffed. “They won’t find anything that will stick.” Again, I rolled my eyes. “You are seriously one self entitled moron.” “Whatever,” he said. Our professor started class, and we’d moved on from Nordic wolves to Celtic wolves. “The wolves of Ireland and Scotland were also associated with power, much like the Nordic wolves. The Celtic gods, Morrighan and Cailleach, were said to have wolves travel with them.

The last conscious thought I have is the smell of damp stone and Irish rain soaked into the walls of this gothic mansion. And then I sink. There is no gentle transition like the one Harvey taught me to induce with controlled breathing techniques. There is no sterile white blank space of a conditioned mind. There is only a free fall through layers of consciousness until I land somewhere much older, much more real. The Dublin wind cuts across my face with the specific cruelty of an Irish autumn.

SAOIRSE. The bass hit me first, thrumming through the floorboards and up into my bones like a second heartbeat. Ireland had no shortage of clubs, but this one was different—darker, more dangerous. It was the kind of place where the wrong glance could start a war, and the right smile could get you everything you wanted.