Dermot’s eyes grew weary from speed reading, and with each passing minute his heart grew heavier. Only two books remained in the pile. He got up to stretch his stiff muscles. “It’s hard to believe the same creature who cursed us was once known as the goddess of love,” Thomas murmured. “Aye. That was before our time and before Christianity spread.” Dermot sat back down at the table. “The Tuatha Dé Danann have nothing to do anymore but engage in intrigues in their own court.” “How can Dagda Mór be unaware of Áine’s transgressions? She hid Sidney from you, and now she’s taken her into the Mists of Avalon right under his nose. Surely if he’s forbidden humans to enter, he’d sense her presence.” “You assume he cares. Why should he? He’s never been one to involve himself in our affairs. Once he set the conditions for ending the curse, as far as he was concerned his part was finished.
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