I write historical romance and my upcoming series takes place in Ireland, well after the Battle of Clontarf ;) Here's a little taste of what I've been working on:
"Ugh, Lorccán, ye're ripe as a dung heap in full sun!" Aednat turned away from the boy to fill her lungs again before hunkering down and returning to her work. More sharp quills protruded from his little leg than she'd ever seen in a person's flesh and she had already removed most of them. "I dinna ken why ye stink so. These quills are not from a skunk."
The small red-headed lad nodded, the path of his tears the only clean spot on his face. "I went after the eggs."
She stilled, piercing him with her look. "Eggs? Not from the nests along the cliffs."
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