Killian was a little rusty, but eventually he warmed to his theme and Michael listened, and the goat outside listened, and even the Trojan shades in Hades listened. He talked and talked, and shadows fell on the tinker camp and on the rapeseed fields and on the Gog Magog; and Venus rose in the vermillion sky, and the moon lowered her pointed keel, and in the background, in the broad limb of an oak tree, a wheatear was singing.
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Table of Contents
Cover page
Title Page
Copyright page
Prologue on 238th street
Chapter 1 go down fighting
Chapter 2 back in the life
Chapter 3 richard coulter
Chapter 4 an oyster in the mirror sea
Chapter 5 lawyers, guns and money
Chapter 6 starshyna
Chapter 7 the tail
Chapter 8 an island in the stream
Chapter 9 twenty miles to slemish
Chapter 10 the high window
Chapter 11 the big sleep
Chapter 12 farewell my lovely
Chapter 13 the lady in the lake
Chapter 14 the long goodbye
Chapter 15 after the equinox
Chapter 16 ceilidh night
Chapter 17 the killing of the tinkers
Chapter 18 once upon a time in belfast
Epilogue on gog magog street
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