The author lived in Ireland for about ten years in the 90s of the last millennium. During this
time the stories of the planned book series were written down. These stories mix fact and
fiction. It is about the traditional storytelling of the old days in Ireland. The idea came to
him at a storytelling festival in the small western Irish town of Kiltimagh which he attended
for the first time. However he got his inspiration from the stories told by the people around
the crackling peat fires which conjured up a mystical atmosphere to accompany the stories.In
the first story the narrator finds himself on death row. He is said to be a parricide.***In
the cover story I venture up the legendary One Man's Pass on the cliffs of Slieve League one
day despite my fear of heights and have a dangerous encounter with a giant who moves safely up
here in a particularly narrow place where no two people can pass each other.Nobody wants to
back down but do I have a choice? Then the stranger makes a surprising suggestion.***In the
third story the narrator picks up an old hitchhiker in Kinnegad late at night in stormy
weather and is drawn by her into a maelstrom of eerie stories dating back to the sixteenth
century. Has he fallen into the night of the eternal judgement of blood a curse from the past?
On this night the devil takes a traveller every 70 years at the hands of an old woman who
joins him on the road. It's about love betrayal jealousy superstition and death.***The
author then gives the floor to a storyteller from Donegal. He tells four stories:How do you
become a dream designer? The first story provides the answer. The author has borrowed a little
from Novalis here.In the second story he tells of a man who for a moment must have realised
the insignificance of his vanity.The third story is about a ruler whose greed for power and
vanity lead to his downfall.***The last story is about addiction deception and
self-deception.The author really lets it rip in the last story. It is guaranteed to have no
deeper meaning. As Albert Einstein so aptly put it:Even the senseless still has a loose
meaning.
