The Black North
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Oona looked – they were back. The broken shore was scattered around them, and it was just as dismal as sight.
‘Not there,’ Morris told her. ‘Look up.’
She saw a sky that might’ve just discovered colour – so much blue and purple and pink. And on the horizon there was no lingering dark, no threat – only the blazing promise of a new day.
Finally, Oona sank to the ground, Morris dropping beside her.
‘Where is it?’ he asked. ‘The last bit of the Stone?’
Oona lifted her hand to show: only a splinter, and it had worked its way into her palm; something so small there was no hope of it being unpicked. But it glowed, faintly, like a fresh bruise – a crimson-darkness just beneath the skin. She found herself thinking of her great-grandfather in the Big House, trapped by the act that had killed him. His warning, and her promise: that she would be different from all the Kavanagh women that had gone before.
‘It’s nothing that can hurt anybody now,’ she said, and closed her eyes.
A breeze smoothed the sea, made silence.
‘Where now?’ Morris asked. ‘Where will we go?’
‘Don’t know,’ said Oona. ‘Maybe anywhere.’
She felt the splinter of Stone shiver inside her palm. Only small jolts, like the last kicks of life, and not nightmares shown but surely dreams – like her mother’s paintings, Oona saw places made by her own imagination … scenes beautiful, full of colour, improbable, maybe possible …
‘Or everywhere,’ said Oona. And suddenly she was standing, was taking her brother’s hand and dragging him to his feet and telling him, ‘To some new place. Somewhere we’ve not seen. Somewhere maybe that’ll show us home.’
About the Author
Nigel grew up in County Fermanagh, rural Northern Ireland, and as a child spent most of his time battling boredom, looking for adventure – crawling through ditches, climbing trees, devising games to play with his brother and sister, and reading. His favourite book as a child was The Witches by Roald Dahl.
After graduating with a degree in English (and having no clue what to do with it!), he decided to go off on another adventure, spending almost two years living and working in Australia and New Zealand.
Nigel now lives in London. He has written articles on film and literature for a number of websites. He is always on the hunt for books about folklore and fairytale.
Nigel’s debut novel, Tall Tales from Pitch End, was published in June 2013.
Follow Nigel on Twitter: @NMcDowellAuthor
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First published in Great Britain in 2014 by Hot Key Books
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