There was a time when Maeve O'Tullagh led a simple life; a time when she and her mother, Nuala, collected kelp on the foreshore near their cottage in Ard Macha; a time when she played among the Celtic ruins with her older brothers and daydreamed about the legendary Holy Isles, an enchanted land ruled in a past age by a beautiful goddess.
But after Maeve's sister, Ishleen, is born, her mother sinks into a deep, impenetrable trance. For years, Maeve tries to help her mother "awaken," and then the unthinkable happens: Ishleen succumbs to the same mysterious ailment as Nuala.
Heartbroken to think that her sister and her mother might be lost to her forever, Maeve sets off on an unimaginable quest to a world filled with fantastical creatures, a web of secrets, a handsome, devious villain who will stop at nothing to have her hand in marriage—braving them all to retrieve a powerful glowing stone that will help her recover the souls of her loved ones and bring them home to Ard Macha.
An adventure-filled and spellbinding novel, The Fire Opal will enchant fantasy readers young and old.
From the Hardcover edition.
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|Title of eBook: The Fire Opal|
|Release Date: 05-11-2010|
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|Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers|
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The Fire Opal
The March wind was wild that Saturday morning when I left the cottage with my brothers to go down the hill to the beach.
I squinted and yawned in the mild sunlight as we descended from the promontory upon which our cottage sat exposed to the full force of the Atlantic gales. I shivered, pulling close the collar of my oilcloth coat.
None of us had slept well the night before.
Our mam had been up crying, and though our da had done his best to calm her, she’d been restless and uneasy over something particular, something she spoke of only in whispers.
Mam had not been fully herself since tragedy had struck our house the year before, when my baby sister had grown sick and died. Now my brothers and I all wanted to shake off the long sleepless night we’d just passed.
My brother Donal began to race toward the rocks where he saw our da’s boat beached. “I’m taking the boat out!” he screamed.
“The wind is too strong!” Fingal called out to him over the noise of the waves. “The boat’ll be dashed to the rocks!”
The waves broke and arched up, foaming and falling across the shoals.
“Our vessel can ride those swells!” Donal shouted proudly. He stood near the boat but made no efforts to drag it into the tide. I knew he was just taunting Fingal, who was of a cautious nature. Even Donal, daredevil that he was, wouldn’t tempt water so agitated.
My brothers and I had helped our father craft the boat and had lined it threefold in fat sealskins. Mam said that if the boat had a soul, it was a seal’s soul, the way it moved, long and dark and sure of itself, cutting the waters. ...