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By Frank Delaney

“Riveting . . . Readers will speedy hot to [Frank] Delaney’s vividly defined eire of the Fifties, its absolutely discovered population, and the dynamic political and private relationships that make for a outstanding story.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
 
“If we’re to reside solid lives, we need to inform ourselves our personal tale. In an exceptional way.” So says Ben MacCarthy’s loved mentor, and it really is this fateful suggestion that might advisor Ben in the course of the tumultuous occasions of eire in 1956. The nationwide temper is downtrodden; poverty, corruption, and an armed uprising rattle the geographical region; and even if Ben desires no a part of the insurrection, he unknowingly falls in with an IRA sympathizer. but regardless of his perilous conditions, all he can take into consideration is discovering his former spouse and real love, Venetia Kelly, who after decades has back to eire together with her brutish new husband, a favored level performer. made up our minds to not lose Venetia back, Ben calls upon each piece of his ardour and braveness to win her again, whereas ultimately reconciling his violent previous together with his hopes for a shiny future.
 
Brimming with interesting Irish historical past, bold intrigue, and the drama of mythical love, The final Storyteller is an unforgettable novel as richly textured and encouraging as eire itself.
 
“A colourful, leisurely story, with darkish moments in addition to humor and grace.”—The Star-Ledger
 
“A magical story [that] weaves in a jackpot of Irish myths.”—Bookreporter          
 
“Character-rich and dramatic.”—Library Journal

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