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Lion of Ireland (Celtic World of Morgan Llywelyn (5))

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Product Description Morgan Llywelyn's New York Times bestselling historical classic of the greatest Irish kingKing. Warrior. Lover.Brian Boru was stronger, braver, and wiser than all other men―the greatest king Ireland has ever known. Out of the mists of the country's most violent age, he merged to lead his people to the peak of their golden era.Set against the barbaric splendor of the tenth century, this is a story rich in truth and legend, in which friends become deadly enemies, bedrooms turn into battlefields, and dreams of glory transform into reality. Review “A royal read...withouta misstep and with touching beauty.”―The Washington Post“Llywelyn has woven thehistorical tales of her country and its greatest High King into a singlemagnificent book. . . . This is an extraordinary biography of a very human man. . . with convincing characterizations and vivid, detailed descriptions . . .”―The Dallas Morning News“A spellbinding tale thatevokes Ireland’s misty hills and tumultuous history with style and passion.” –Library Journal“A rousing story . . .Something to enjoy on a cold night by the fireplace with your goblet of mead orstrong ale.” –Boston Sunday Globe“Rich, panoramic . . . One ofthe most exciting periods of Irish history.” –Cleveland Plain Dealer“Extraordinary . . . Vivid .. . Magnificent . . . Makes one realize that human nature has really changedvery little in the past thousand years.” –TheDallas Morning News“A major talent forhistorical fiction.” –Parade of Books“Rich, masterfully told.” – Hartford Courant About the Author Since 1980, Morgan Llywelyn has created an entire body of work chronicling the Celts and Ireland, from the earliest times to the present day. Her critically acclaimed novels, both of history and of mythology, have been translated into many languages. Her books include 1916 and Bard: The Odyssey of the Irish. She is an Irish citizen and lives in Dublin. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER ONE The little boy sat on the crown of a rocky hill, his thin arms hugging his scabby knees. He tilted his head back and gazed up into the immense vault of the sky, feeling wonderfully alone.To the youngest child of a large and brawling family, privacy is a rare thing. Brian always seemed to be walking in someone else’s shadow. He had sought this hill because, at the moment, no one else claimed it, and he held his occupancy uncontested.In a tentative voice he addressed the darkening gray sky. "I am the king," he said, tasting the words. He heard no argument, so he repeated it. Louder. Standing up. "I am the king of all the kings!" he cried, throwing wide his arms to embrace as much as possible of his domain.* * *The tireless wind swept across the green land. It came driving inland from the sea, herding a flock of rain clouds before it and releasing them at last above the wooded hills and granite mountains.Even before the rain fell the air was saturated, heavy and rich with a wetness like the moist breath of babies. Ferns in their dark hollows burned with an emerald flame; the curving flanks of the mountains glistened, polished; the air smelled of life and death and growing things.Under the cairns and dolmens, within the ruined ring forts and passage graves, deep in the mossy, haunted earth, ghosts stirred. Giants and heroes and cowards slept their thousand year death in the ancient soil and were aware in their powdered bones of the coming of another spring.* * *Brigid came to find him, of course. Even the littlest boy had tasks to perform, and Brian was assigned to guard the flock of tame geese that nibbled grass along the banks of the Shannon. Cennedi had no small daughters to be goose-girls."Aha, here you are!" Brigid crowed as he came up over the breast of the hill. "Never where you’re supposed to be, are you? Your mother’s geese could be in a wolf’s belly by now for all the good you’ve been to them." She reached out to pinch his shoulder and give him a shaking, but B