Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.

Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me ...

Faolan launched himself across the bridge, uttering a prayer to any deity that might be prepared to listen. 'Let me reach her in time, let her keep hold, let this wretched apology for a bridge not crumble under my feet…'.

Faolan launched himself across the bridge, uttering a prayer to any deity that might be prepared to listen. 'Let me reach her in time, let h...

That’s lovely singing, Saraid,' Eile said. 'Is Sorry asleep now?' Saraid shook her head solemnly. 'Sorry’s sad. Crying.' She held the doll against her shoulder, patting its back. 'Oh. Why is she sad?' 'Sorry wants Feeler come back.' It was like a punch in the gut. She had thought Saraid had forgotten him; she had assumed new friends and a safe haven would drive the memories of that long journey across country, just the three of them, from her daughter’s mind. Foolish. The images of that time were still bright and fresh in her own head; she dreamed of them every night. Why should Saraid be any different just because she was small?

That’s lovely singing, Saraid,' Eile said. 'Is Sorry asleep now?' Saraid shook her head solemnly. 'Sorry’s sad. Crying.' She held the doll ...