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|  | | A Permanent Twilight
A young boy finds truth, justice and inner-meaning during the Northern Ireland conflict.
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Rough justice br />
By Marty K
i>I can feel the tugbr />
of the halter at the napebr />
of her neck, the windbr />
on her naked front.br />
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It blows her nipplesbr />
to amber beads,br />
it shakes the frail riggingbr />
of her ribs.br />
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Shane O’Rourke jumped up from his books and bolted down the stairs when he heard the front door crash open. Three men dressed in khaki jackets grabbed him on the last step and pinned him to the floor. Three women followed. The fat one in front, brandi | |  | | Danny Boy
Sequel to Irish Eyes.
Micke's Chapter
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.br />
span style="font-size: small">span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">In the comfort of an air-conditioned room, Michael surveyed his surroundings and reflected on prison life. Mind you, the bottom line - a prison was still a prison and incarceration meant loss of freedom no matter what part of the world you lived in. But this was an ultra modern facility designed to make life as tolerable as possible for inmates. It was a far cry from the hastily erected tin sheds and barbed wire compounds that charac | |  | | God Stepped Out
Megan Malone, born out of wedlock in the United States, never knew violence as a child. When her mother took her back to Ireland and married John Taylor – that changed.
This is the story of how domestic violence and abuse forge a bond between a mother and her daughter forcing them to confront the cruel parochialism of rural Ireland in the 1970s.
At the heart of the novel, a young girl perseveres with a campaign to see that justice is meted out to the man who raped her.
When a reactionary priest attempts to block her struggle, he serves as a catalyst to highlight the darkest secrets of the Catholic Church and precipitates an investigation into the aberrant behaviour of abusive clergy.
The novel explores the personal dilemmas of those caught up in the aftermath. It pursues the history of particular cases through the eyes of the innocents and the not so innocent, contrasting the domesticity of the young and unsophisticated with the brutality of the abuse they suffer.
In the end, the simplicity of long-held beliefs and the innate goodness that binds people together triumphs despite battles with the police, the Church and the justiciary.
This is a story about love and courage, and how an indomitable spirit can bring a powerful institution to its knees – all, while God Stepped Out for a Smoke.
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Class act/span>/span>
span style="font-size: medium">span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS">Megan Malone settled at her desk adopting the same routine she had used throughout the week. She removed her blazer and draped it across her legs; the blazer covered trousers she wore to hide welts inflicted by her stepfather’s belt. At seventeen, she still hadn’t mastered her mother’s method of humouring him when he became abusive in drink. br />
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The mean streets of Philadelphia in mid-winter are no place for a homeless Irishman without legal residency status. When Michael Maguire gets beaten up, stabbed and left for dead, he finds himself hospitalised only to be arrested and brought before a Federal Judge.
Avoiding deportation he comes to the attention of a local construction magnet who employs him to lobby two U.S. senators in support of legislation legitimising the immigrant labour he depends upon.
Michael becomes involved with a senator's daughter, has a child to his own girlfriend, smashes a drug ring his ex-wife's boyfriend is part of and maintains a strong friendship with his own beloved daughter throughout.
A gripping story, the author follows the protagonist's journey both in the United States and Ireland to take us on an emotional tour with all the intrigue of power, love, loss and deceit.
Chapter 1br />
Michael pulled his thick tweed overcoat across his chest and turned the corner of Rising Sun Avenue onto Robbins Street. One block up, he turned into Argyle, where a tiny chapel of perpetual adoration nestled at the back of Saint William's Catholic Church. A cold north-easterly stung his face as he bowed his head to protect himself from the ravages of a Philadelphia winter and the drifting sheets of sleet that attempted to hamper his progress. On this bitter January night, the city of brotherly love offered little in the way of family affection. br />
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