Chronicles the adventures of the King of Ireland's eldest and wildest son, describing how he encounters an enchanter's daughter, the king of the cats, Gilly of the goat-skin, and numerous others.

Though Sean O’Hanlon was a United States Navy SEAL and considered himself American above all else, he was irrevocably tied to the land of his birth. Bound to an ancient land, it’s history and it’s people by a seemingly cruel fate, Sean struggles to make sense of the legacy left to him by successive generations of O’Hanlons. He sacrificed everything to become a SEAL like his father before him. However, once the Trident was won he begins to doubt then curse the choices he has made in his life. He longs for the life he could have had with his precious Maggie. Their love transcended their own mortality, yet whether by God’s design or his own ill choices they could never be together. And so Sean is commanded to his fate, embarking on a journey that takes him from the “troubles” in Northern Ireland to the jungles of South East Asia. From sunny California beaches to the wind swept mountains of northern Iran and from the polished corridors of the Pentagon to the cool morning skies above the Iraqi desert. Like pieces of a puzzle, every turn in his life is an integral part of a prophetic equation. Trained as a Navy SEAL he is an expert in the special warefare arena. And in the flooded tunels of Cambodia, he learns first hand about the horrors of biological weapons. Ultimately, the final piece of the puzzle leads Sean back to where it all began- his native Derry. A terrorist holds the United Kingdom hostage with the threat of releasing a deadly virus. And only Sean O'Hanlon knows where to find him and how to stop him. Through it all, he strives to make his own destiny, only to succumb time and time again to an unyielding fate; the fate of Irish sons.

London, 19 October 1989. An electrified young man, with eyes wild and a clenched fist, bursts out of the Old Bailey and declares his innocence to the world. Gerry Conlon has just won his appeal for the 1974 Guildford pub bombing. After fifteen years in prison, freedom beckons. Or does it? Following his release, Conlon received close to one million pounds from government compensation, movie and book deals; he ran in the same circles as Johnny Depp, Daniel Day-Lewis, and Shane MacGowan. Conlon seemed to have it all. Yet within five years he was hooked on crack cocaine and eating out of bins in the backstreets of London. Beyond the elation of his release was the awful descent into addiction, isolation and self-loathing. But this is a book about the resilience of the human spirit. What emerges from the darkness and the addiction is Gerry Conlon the pacifist; the man who came to be recognised around the world as a campaigner against miscarriages of justice. In the Name of the Son also reveals damning new evidence of statement tampering by the authorities which would’ve cleared Conlon at the initial trial. Life-long friend, Richard O’Rawe, has written a powerful and candid story of Gerry Conlon’s extraordinary life following his years of brutal incarceration at the hands of the British justice system.

What makes this baby name book different from all the rest? Aside from more than 25,000 entries including origin and meaning, it has lots of informative and entertaining anecdotes, name lists, advice, strategies, and much more! It also has a 2-color, illustrated interior and helpful ribbon markers, creating a sweet, special package. It's an excellent gift, for yourself--or for a loved one!

Focusing on several distinct genres of eighteenth-century Irish song, Henigan demonstrates in each case that the interaction between the elite and vernacular, the written and oral, is pervasive and characteristic of the Irish song tradition to the present day.

The perfect gift for parents this Father’s Day: a beautiful, gut-wrenching memoir of Irish identity, fatherhood, and what we owe to the past. “A heartbreaking and redemptive book, written with courage and grace.” –J.D. Vance, author of Hillbilly Elegy “…a lovely little book.” –Ross Douthat, The New York Times The child of an Irish man and an Irish-American woman who split up before he was born, Michael Brendan Dougherty grew up with an acute sense of absence. He was raised in New Jersey by his hard-working single mother, who gave him a passion for Ireland, the land of her roots and the home of Michael's father. She put him to bed using little phrases in the Irish language, sang traditional songs, and filled their home with a romantic vision of a homeland over the horizon. Every few years, his father returned from Dublin for a visit, but those encounters were never long enough. Devastated by his father's departures, Michael eventually consoled himself by believing that fatherhood was best understood as a check in the mail. Wearied by the Irish kitsch of the 1990s, he began to reject his mother's Irish nationalism as a romantic myth. Years later, when Michael found out that he would soon be a father himself, he could no longer afford to be jaded; he would need to tell his daughter who she is and where she comes from. He immediately re-immersed himself in the biographies of firebrands like Patrick Pearse and studied the Irish language. And he decided to reconnect with the man who had left him behind, and the nation just over the horizon. He began writing letters to his father about what he remembered, missed, and longed for. Those letters would become this book. Along the way, Michael realized that his longings were shared by many Americans of every ethnicity and background. So many of us these days lack a clear sense of our cultural origins or even a vocabulary for expressing this lack--so we avoid talking about our roots altogether. As a result, the traditional sense of pride has started to feel foreign and dangerous; we've become great consumers of cultural kitsch, but useless conservators of our true history. In these deeply felt and fascinating letters, Dougherty goes beyond his family's story to share a fascinating meditation on the meaning of identity in America.