The world is ended. Magic drips from old wounds. Ireland alone remains, broken, sacred, alive with gods and ghosts and whispered ruin. Gods Between Us and All Harm is a story of dread and tenderness, of myth reborn and humanity hanging by a thread.

Born on a rain-soaked island carved by stone and story, the author writes with Ireland in his blood. Every word is stitched with memory. To read this tale is to walk ancient ground, to taste salt wind and hear the land remember. Click below to learn more.

An Irish window looks inward as much as out. Past it lie black lakes and warm fires, gods of the mist, and grief beneath the soil. Through it, a world unfolds, as ancient as breath. As new as ruin. Consider supporting the cause and adding to the fight.