A young man with a blood streak on his face, lying down with eyes closed, surrounded by large colorful flowers, dressed in a vibrant, patterned shirt.
A mist-shrouded forest with a small stream running through dense trees and green foliage.
A woman with tribal face paint and braided hair, looking intensely at the camera, with a shield in front of her.

Gods Between Us And All Harm.

"God rest the dead. For the dead are unresting."

COMING SOON - WINTER 2025

Prologue - Gods Between Us And All Harm

“The Clurichaun snatched up the axe without pause, swinging with the blessing of the moonlight, the atoms of the air wailing as the blade cleaved them in two. The muscles in Sadbh’s arm contracted. She heard the air bubble beneath the weight of the steel. The demon was merely an extension of the blade’s own will. Her eyes watered against the smell of burnt rubber and ash. Nipped at her fingers. The smell of the Gods power.”

A woman dressed in a long black gown stands on a grassy hillside, looking at her phone. Two crows are nearby, and a bird is perched on a distant cliff. The background has a foggy, greenish landscape.
A ghostly woman in a dark, misty forest under a full moon, with her head tilted back and arms outstretched, surrounded by fog and barren trees.
A woman dressed as a medieval warrior with long, flowing red hair, wearing shiny armor and holding a sword, standing outdoors near water.

Some prayers were never meant to be answered.

The world is ended. The sleepless have awoken.

Ireland alone remains. Broken. Ruined. The Old Ones have returned. The Tuatha Dé Danann. Eight billion souls were burned in the ice of their resurrection, and the old gods clawed their way back to the world. The lands are now carved by rage and grief, stitched with magics that whisper and scream and fold into reality. Demons of Irish myth and hell now wander aimlessly, dragged by an insatiable hunger that only one thing can satiate.

Humanity hides and watches and hopes to be forgotten. But something is changing. The world shifts again. The drums of war beat through the foundations of our reality. The gods are rising. Turning on one another. Something strange hangs on the air. Something…deeper.

If humans are to survive, they must close The Scamhoilt, the rift, the scar left in the world. But how to seal the scar of the world when Gods are between us.

And All Harm.

Gods Between Us and All Harm tells the story of Mal, Trys-tin and Ys-ult, three unlikely souls bound together in the wreckage of a ruined Ireland.


The world is ended. Magic now rages. Old gods walk again. The dead do not sleep. And something darker still is waking beneath the Earth.

Threaded with Irish myth, this is a story of terror and tenderness. Of those who run, and those who stay.
And of what might still be saved when everything else is already gone.