TITLE: Stolen Child
GENRE: Adult - Fantasy
Searching for answers to his troubled past, a washed up Irish professor must confront the ancient evil beneath an old fairy oak and stop him from eliminating their bloodline.
Roars of laughter surfed the usual crowd at McGinty’s. General conversation lingered between the tides of mirth with shrill gasps dappling their merriment. Gnarled antlers dominated the central hearth from which emanated a warm ember glow. Perching upon the mantle were many stuffed cocks puffed proudly beside their trophies.
Autumn winds mingled inward as a boisterous drunk left, declaring his hatred for a rival football team. Newcomers entered and settled themselves across the room from where sat Connor Quinlan.
To say he was well kept would be only half-right. His shirt was buttoned but not tucked. His nails were clean but his hands a bit smudged. Not a single strand of his nut-brown hair stood out of place but he needed a shave. Overall he looked the sort who might frequent this sort of scene though it would not be thoroughly true to say that is who he was. A natural environment for this wayward fellow had yet to be found. There was no wife to speak of and his family lived in County Sligo whilst he was in Galway.
The truth of the matter was, Connor did visit McGinty’s on a regular basis, but one could not call him a regular. It was the yearly jeopardy of his job teaching Irish Folklore and Mythology at The National University of Ireland, Galway, that brought him tonight. The argument was quite familiar; he spent far too much time on the folklore of the fairies and little people and not enough on the nation-building mythology.