Dublin 1941. A brutal murder. A missing ledger. Mistaken identity. And Eamon Foley is running for his life. Tralee, nine months later, Foley is in a crowded pub. The music is loud. The singing is louder. His brother-in-law Joe McCarthy is shot dead. In the chaos Foley thinks he sees the Dublin killer rushing through the door. Is this a message? Have they caught up with him at last, looking for the ledger? Or is it as the local Gardaí suspect – Joe was killed by a jealous husband, given his reputation as a notorious womanizer? They dismiss Foley’s concerns. With horrendous results.
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Concern is growing among British – ah – listeners and – ah – TV viewers about a deadly virus that’s affecting numerous – ah – broadcasters and – ah – presenters. It’s even spreading to – ah – weather girls and – ah – traffic reporters! The horrifying…
My mother tormented us as children with visions of the Antichrist, a charismatic leader who will rise out of the political chaos that’s going to engulf the world any minute now. Effective and attractive, people will flock to him as they desperately seek some sort of direction out of the mire. But as soon as… Continue reading Apocalypse now in a minute
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Growing up in Ireland we had it thrust on us that the British were like a bulldog – independent, resilient, capable of facing down any adversity that came their way. A glass half full nation who treasured their democracy, who believed that a vote was sacrosanct and had…
Growing up in Ireland we had it thrust on us that the British were like a bulldog – independent, resilient, capable of facing down any adversity that came their way. A glass half full nation who treasured their democracy, who believed that a vote was sacrosanct and had to be honoured however badly it ruffled… Continue reading Where’s the Bulldog gone?
Please introduce yourself and your book(s)! * I’m Brendan Gerad O’Brien. I was born in Tralee, Ireland and now live in Newport, South Wales, United Kingdom. As a child I spent his summer holidays in Listowel, Co Kerry where my uncle Moss Scanlon had a Harness Maker’s shop. It was a magnet for all… Continue reading An NFReads Interview With Author Brendan Gerad O’Brien
Introduction I was born in Belfast N.I on 15th January 1939 delivered at home by Dr Frederick Smith, for whom I was named. We lived in one of the thousands of 1860 era tiny slum like terrace houses typical of the city. I lost my mother the same year on Boxing Day, we had been… Continue reading Interview With Author Frederick Ben Rodgers
Seeing a shoplifter wrestled to the ground in our local supermarket today reminded me of an incident when I was Duty Manager in a major store years ago. It was a warm summer evening and the store was busy. I was walking down the entertainment aisle when I heard the familiar thump of something being… Continue reading Is It Ever Right?
It’s long gone now, of course, the old Harness Maker’s shop in Lower William Street, Listowel. Yet every time we visit Ireland we still make a point of taking a mini pilgrimage to Listowel to spend a few reflective moments in the street where it once thrived. Coming out through the archway from the… Continue reading The Harness Maker
Picture this – a cup of coffee on a small table that’s decorated with a cute Christmas cloth, and me with a vacuum cleaner set on turbo. I did NOT know this had the same thrust as a Boeing 747 starboard engine at take-off, and I swear I was no nearer than ten inches to… Continue reading Picture this
We saw the strangest thing today as we were walking along the Newport Canal. The sky was clear and the birds were chirping happily as we looked down over a sloping meadow where sheep were grazing. Suddenly one sheep charged another and butted it so hard it flipped right over. As the stunned creature staggered… Continue reading Sheepish …
Newport and Tredegar feature heavily in this fast paced alternate history thriller set in Wales during WW2. It touches on the desperation and raw fear of ordinary people trying to survive against odds that are definitely not in their favour. In the story Germany invades the UK. Soldiers pour ashore from warships in the Severn Channel,… Continue reading Dark September
A murder mystery set in Ireland during WW2 A young man’s body is pulled from the River Lee. He’s wearing a distinctive silver ring. It belongs to Paudy Daly, the eldest son of the notorious Mixer Daly. Paudy has been missing for over nine months. He was last seen on his way to rob the… Continue reading A Pale Moon Was Rising