Telling the Bees

We should bring this one back, guys. Imagine for a moment you are the heroine in a period romance. Your thick black mane of hair is escaping the purple ribbon your great aunt gave you for your birthday. You are hard at work churning butter on the stoop, in the garden you can see the

Angus Og

Part 2 I hope you’re excited for more pig related high jinks, or even maybe swinjinks? Because ya boy Angus Og is back on his bullshit. This one time Angus threw a big party for Finn (read more about him in an upcoming post but for now suffice to say he is sort of the

Finn

and the Fianna There are a lot of amazing stories about Finn and we could easily start at the beginning where he is an orphaned prince raised in the woods by old druidesses, and some poets, and then the vagabonds who murdered the poets, and then the druidesses again. The first duck he ever hunted.

Arthur

what a dick. Imagine for a moment that you are Arthur, King of the Britons. You are the hero of an epic romance, wielder of the sword Excalibur. Your reign is the legacy of magic and betrayal and court intrigue. Fate, murder and destiny. You and your men will face off against Morgan le Faye,

A Word of Warning

My first set of blog posts is about Irish mythology. Irish mythology is non-stop, no hold barred, complete madness. These stories have plot twists that would make M Night Shyamalan dizzy. Sometimes they just stop. You think you’re a hero eloping with your sweet virgin goddess girlfriend? WRONG! Some other asshole in a boat just

Angus Og

Part 1 The first character that caught my eye was Angus Og. Angus Og is one of the ever living ones. He wears a lot of flashy gold jewellery and clothing, and carries a gold and silver harp. Whether due to magic or his overwhelming hotness, when he plays that harp, the people around him