“Too late for that now,” the Eldest Leprechaun said. “The damage is done. Give the thing a name, and it takes shape. They gave a name and a shape to the force that’s always hated us. It’s everything we’re not. It’s New Ireland, it’s money for money’s sake, brown paper envelopes stuffed full of bribes—the turn of mind that says that the old’s only good for theme parks, and the new is all there needs to be. It’s been getting stronger and stronger all this while.And now that it’s more important to the people living in the city than we are, it’s become physically real.” TransformationGreedForgetting Book:Emerald Magic: Great Tales of Irish Fantasy Source: Emerald Magic: Great Tales of Irish Fantasy
“He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was. Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.” LoveLifeSpringLustSunlightFirst LoveKingBreathImpossible LoveSlave GirlHigh King Book:The Magic Cup Source: The Magic Cup