“There'll be no more music, Father. But there'll be this!" He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses. "Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard here tonight. And tell 'em that anyone we catch on these roads after dark anymore... this is what they'll get. Now that I know we're never to see the face o' God, we have nothing to lose. So, make sure you have your message right, Father, 'cause there'll be no other warning.” MusicFairyWarningKnifeFaeryAfter Dark Author:Eddie Lenihan
“Who're them?" says he to the curate. "Them are the fallen angels," says the curate. They had a human form, no wings. God took the wings off of 'em after Lucifer rebelled - that way they couldn't go back, d'you see. They had no wings. But there was so many of 'em that you couldn't drive a knife down between 'em. They were as thick as hair on a dog's back. They were the finest people he ever seen. And whatever way he looked at 'em, some o' the finest girls he ever seen was in it, he said. They had to be good-looking, you know! 'Twas the sin o' pride put Lucifer down, d'you see. The best-looking angel in Heaven, 'twas the sin o' pride put him down. I s'pose they were nearly all as good-looking.” IrelandAngelsFairiesFallen AngelsFaeryEire Book:Meeting the Other Crowd : The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland Source: Meeting the Other Crowd : The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland
“And there, on that road, that very minute, he started to play - the most lonesome music that them priests ever in their lives heard. It brought water out o' their teeth, so it did.” WaterTeethFairyPriestFaeryEire Book:Meeting the Other Crowd : The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland Source: Meeting the Other Crowd : The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland