The Mammoth Book of Irish Romance

The Morrigan's Daughter
Running Press (Januay 26, 2010)
ISBN-13: 9780762438310 ♦ ISBN-10: 0762438312

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When Séanat, warrior woman of the Tuatha Dé Danann, captures mortal enemy Aodhan of the Fomóiri, she is struck by his beauty and courage. But ancient loyalties compete with her growing love for him, and she and must choose between the man she should hate and the future of her people.

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The Morrigan's Daughter

She didn’t know how long she slept. It might have been the faint crack of a twig, or no more than the rustle of a single leaf. But Séanat opened her eyes, and there was a man in the clearing, no more than a dozen steps away.

Her sword was already in her hand as she leaped up, prepared to slash and stab. The man didn’t move. He stood completely still, his own sword pointed toward the earth, dressed in the armor of the Fomóiri.

But his face was not hideous or twisted with evil, nor was his body misshapen. He was broad of shoulder and comely like the disgraced King Bres, who carried the blood of both the Fomóiri and the Tuatha Dé Danann in his veins. Like Lugh, born of Ethlinn, Balor’s daughter. His hair was like smoke to Séanat’s flame.

Still he was of the enemy. Séanat lunged toward him, her sword reaching his throat before he could raised his own.

“Prepare to die, Fomóir,” she cried.

His eyes, blue as the sea, met hers. “Kill me, then,” he said, his accent so light that she might never have noticed it had he worn the armor of the People.

Her hand twitched, and her sword drew a thin line of blood from his neck. “Do you seek death?”

He smiled with a great sadness that tore at her heart. “I do, for I have no people and no place.” He lifted his chin. “Finish it, warrior.”

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