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I couldn’t have been happier when I heard that an office full of adults sobbed because of me, not because I am wicked or have a malicious streak...

Chapter one

Our marriage had screeched to a halt a long time ago but it was John who finally called time. I’d stopped bothering with him,...

I was born in a place that calls itself a city. Galway on the West coast is really an overgrown town, characterised by the horizontal rain that...

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Iris, 1956

It was a sunny spring morning in 1956, when their worlds would take an unexpected turn. Iris was making her way down O’...

Ireland is called the land of Saints and Scholars – well, I’m not an expert on the Saints part, but certainly, we’ve had our fair share of bards,...

Hi there! I’m Tania Crosse, and I’ve been a historical novelist for some time. Since 2004, in fact, which makes me feel somewhat ancient! I’ve...