A Terror Triptych
Three stories. Ireland. No hope.
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A triptych - three parts of one whole, reflecting fear.
Old-time guard, Paddy, doesn't mind helping out new guard James as he learns the tunnels. But Paddy knows they shouldn't be opening the old wing. When bones are found, the line between prisoner and guard blur in the Dungeons Under Dublin.
On the Aran Islands just off the west coast of Ireland, the sea-weathered towns make their roads pristine; their smiles welcoming; their houses freshly painted for tourists. So when one house on the entire island is left to rot, Clara has to wonder why.
The Dead House calls to Clara, and she will answer.
The Old Gods of Ireland were banished by Christianity long ago. But they never left. One family keeps horrifying ties to the past. Are they willing to earn their Legacy if it comes at an impossible cost?
Sneak Peak from Dungeons Under Dublin:
The fires couldn't burn us
And the torture made us mad
Ensnaring you in here with us
Is the most craic we've ever had
Across the centuries we've gathered
Growing stronger, darker, madder
And in the centuries that come
Our prison will stand all the prouder
For we're the residents of Dungeon Dublin
Underground forever more
And we may keep you here with us
Erin go Bragh is what we kill for.