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    Oisin's Mother
    Oisin's Mother
    Oisin's Mother
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    Oisin's Mother

    By James Stephens

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    The story centers around Oisin, the son of the goddess Niamh and the mortal poet Fionn. As Oisin grows up, he becomes increasingly fascinated with the stories of the Tuatha Dé Danann, the ancient gods and goddesses of Ireland. Despite his mother's warning, Oisin sets out to find the Tuatha Dé Danann and discover the truth about his heritage. Along the way, he meets a fairy queen who tells him that his mother is actually a powerful goddess and that his destiny is to join her in the land of the immortals. Oisin must make a difficult decision between staying with his mortal family or embracing his immortal destiny. The story explores themes of love, sacrifice, and destiny, as Oisin struggles to come to terms with his true identity and place in the world.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInteractive Media
    Release dateMay 23, 2017
    ISBN9781787242487
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      Oisin's Mother - James Stephens

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      James Stephens

      Oisin’s Mother

      Published by Sovereign

      This edition first published in 2017

      Copyright © 2017 Sovereign

      All Rights Reserve

      ISBN: 9781787242487

      Contents

      CHAPTER I

      CHAPTER II

      CHAPTER III

      CHAPTER IV

      CHAPTER V

      CHAPTER VI

      CHAPTER VII

      CHAPTER I

      EVENING was drawing nigh, and the Fianna-Finn had decided to hunt no more that day. The hounds were whistled to heel, and a sober, homeward march began. For men will walk soberly in the evening, however they go in the day, and dogs will take the mood from their masters. They were pacing so, through the golden-shafted, tender-coloured eve, when a fawn leaped suddenly from covert, and, with that leap, all quietness vanished: the men shouted, the dogs gave tongue, and a furious chase commenced.

      Fionn loved a chase at any hour, and, with Bran and Sceo’lan, he outstripped the men and dogs of his troop, until nothing remained in the limpid world but Fionn, the two hounds, and the nimble, beautiful fawn. These, and the occasional boulders, round which they raced, or over which they scrambled; the solitary tree which dozed aloof and beautiful in the path, the occasional clump of trees that hived sweet shadow as a hive hoards honey, and the rustling grass that stretched to infinity, and that moved and crept and

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