Robert McClean grew up on a farm
in Donegal before joining the RAF
in 1937. Here he contrasts his country
childhood with being thrown into the
deep end as a rear gunner during the
Second World... More > War and describes how
these earlier experiences shaped his
later life.< Less
Robert McClean grew up on a farm
in Donegal before joining the RAF
in 1937. Here he contrasts his country
childhood with being thrown into the
deep end as a rear gunner during the
Second World... More > War and describes how
these earlier experiences shaped his
later life.< Less
"Seasons of Lucidity" is an anthology of poems by the exciting and innovative new, belfast poet Jim McClean, it is range of spiritual and real life poems and stories that will inspire,... More > challenge and excite the imagination< Less
To his family and peers twleve year old casper is something of an eccentric. In his own eyes, he is the willing pioneer, so when he builds a boat to venture out to the mystifying Cooners Isdalnd, he... More > is determined to be the first to find out whether the old legends of Cooners creek are true< Less
If dying meant saving the one you love, wouldn't you?
My name is Emily Kent, and I don't know much but I know that I would die for him. The dark ones, the ravens, want me. For the first time in my... More > life I am different, something other than ordinary, and it is about to get me killed.
When I met him my life was changing, shifting form so fast I didn't know where I was. He kept me sane, helping me to see who, and what, I am.
Now he is being ripped away from me and I can't hold on any longer. I struggle, but I can feel myself slipping, my form wavering.
Finally, I give in, satisfied enough with the knowledge that he is safe, that I have saved him, to be able to let go.< Less
If dying meant saving the one you love, wouldn't you?
My name is Emily Kent, and I don't know much but I know that I would die for him. The dark ones, the ravens, want me. For the first time in my... More > life I am different, something other than ordinary, and it is about to get me killed.
When I met him my life was changing, shifting form so fast I didn't know where I was. He kept me sane, helping me to see who, and what, I am.
Now he is being ripped away from me and I can't hold on any longer. I struggle, but I can feel myself slipping, my form wavering.
Finally, I give in, satisfied enough with the knowledge that he is safe, that I have saved him, to be able to let go.< Less
