My Short Story, “Sulwen”

On the foggy moors of Oileán, monks raise the boys and girls of the island in safety. There is no evil, no bad things. Then one boy, Lochlann, discovers something strange on the beach. The monks panic, rushing the girls to safety, while fire roars and a tempest rules the shores.”

For a darkness approaches Oileán’s hills, and blood will be shed.

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