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Siobhan Lally

Location: Galway


Siobhan Lally is a critical care nurse in real life, but her days off are spent exploring and writing about Irish mythology. She is obsessed with an ancient race called ‘An Tuatha De Danann’, who lived in Ireland over 5.000 years ago. She has travelled the highways and byways of Ireland, climbed mountains and crossed oceans, to research this mystical tribe. She has finally brought them back to life in her debut children’s book, ‘The Violet Mist’.

Current project

Siobhan has self-published her children’s book ‘The Violet Mist’ and is actively promoting it in schools. She feels strongly about sharing her story with the school children of Ireland to help them learn about their ancient past and visit the sacred sites mentioned in the book.

The story is about a timid, animal-loving, 11-year-old girl called Laura Griffin, from the west of Ireland. When her pet lamb becomes gravely ill, she unwittingly calls for the help of a powerful Sidhe Goddess from an ancient realm. However, when the youngest member of the tribe discovers that one of his leaders has visited the mortal realm, he decides to go too and a magical friendship begins.

But the Sidhe are in danger!! The ‘Feth Fiada’ – a violet mist that protects and sustains them, is fading. The mist can only be made at Knowth when the sun and full moon shine into the mound at the same time on the equinox.

Strangely, one of the passages is blocked! With only hours until the full moon rises, Laura embarks on a perilous journey to save the Sidhe realm and her best friend, before they disappear forever.

Laura soon discovers that there are darker forces at play- deadlier than she could ever have imagined.

Siobhan is currently working on the sequel which will be called ‘The Perpetual Flame’.

Writing sample

Laura Griffin wouldn’t hurt a fly. She really wouldn’t. She had an intense dislike of the gooey fly catcher that dangled menacingly from the kitchen ceiling. Despite several attempts to dislodge it with a sweeping brush, the thumb tack that secured the death trap in place remained out of reach. As the body count rose, Laura resorted to preventative measures. At the first buzzing sound, she’d jump onto the countertop, risking life and limb, to open a window and shoo out the imperilled insect. She rejoiced when some evaded capture but she mourned the ones who weren’t so lucky,

Laura’s fly rescues caused much eye-rolling and twirling of fingers at temples among her older siblings, David and Kate, who thought she was a ‘total weirdo’ and weren’t shy about telling her so. David was a cool 15- year-old whose main interests were his mobile phone and the occasional game of hurling with Kate, who was an almost as cool 12-year-old. Laura was only 11 months younger than her sister, but even though they were the same age for 1 month of the year, they were never equal in the family pecking order. She took up permanent residence in Kate’s shadow while her parents. James and Sally centred their attention on the youngest child, Molly, who was just a baby. Laura plodded along quietly in her own animal-loving, little world, until a rescue of a different kind, turned that world upside-down… inside-out… front-ways… back-ways… and side to side.

Her unexpected upheaval began shortly after Christmas when she was in fifth class. It was an afternoon like any other, with herself and Kate impatiently waiting for James to come home from work. He always had a surprise for them. It could be anything from a packet of crisps to a new pony, so the sound of his car booming up the drive caused pandemonium.
“DADDY!” they squealed in unison and raced out of the kitchen like two puppies competing for treats. To prevent injury, Sally had introduced a ‘take turns’ policy, which so far, was ineffective. As usual, Kate, the broader of the two, won the squeeze off and plopped out of the door frame with ease. Laura limped slowly behind her, rubbing her hip where a thump from her sister had connected.
“Daddy! She cheated! It was my turn to be first, but she pushed me and…”
“Don’t panic pet,” said James, nodding at the boot of his car, “wait till you see what I’ve got for ye.”
Laura, forgetting about her recent injury, did a little dance.
“Hey everyone! Daddy’s got a surprise!” she called to Sally, David and Molly, who were still in the kitchen. David was slouched on the small sofa, scrolling on his phone, while Sally and Molly wrestled with a bowl of baby dinner at the table.
“What’s he got this time?” yawned David, not taking his eyes off the screen
“God only knows!” sighed Sally, “PLEASE don’t let it be another donkey!”
She scooped Molly out of her high chair and made her way outside.

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