Black Irish

At the end there was a beginning, and then the circle must return. There would always be a beginning.

The damaged peat bog Celtic cross she had found at the ancient monastic site in Athlone was probably hundreds, if not around a thousand years old and she’d felt something strange when she touched it.

When Jack Gruffydd reads the strange advertisement for a psychic he is intrigued enough to answer the odd call for help. After several phone calls and emails, Jack finally flies to Ireland howeve...