Tag: Noeleen Kavanagh

by Noeleen Kavanagh in Issue 2, March 2012 Sorcha was woken in the dark and the cold. She took a moment to recognise the man who shook her awake and she jerked back from him. “Griana says to come quick. The cows are coming down with redwater,” he said. “What? What? Why?” “She said you…