Sons of Macha (Shadowmagic)
A Lord of the earrings for the twenty first century. just a lot shorter. And funnier. and fully different.
The exciting ultimate a part of the Shadowmagic trilogy.
When Conor returns to the genuine international with Brendan and Ruby he attempts to settle again right into a general lifestyles, yet almost immediately after he arrives he's arrested for kidnapping a police officer. That police officer being Brendan.
Accused via the FBI of being a terrorist, Conor tells his interrogator the reality: how he's quite the inheritor to the throne of Tir Na Nog, a spot the place the timber can speak; that he has fought along imps and banshees opposed to leprechauns and truffles; and that he's in love with a feisty younger princess.
Naturally, nobody believes him, until eventually that princess turns as much as rescue him and take him again to Tir Na Nog. And whilst he will get there he reveals he must staff up with Essa, Araf and Taun for one ultimate quest, a quest in order to come to a decision is final destiny.
Thrills and wisecracks abound during this becoming finale to the Shadowmagic sequence.
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