'Then it started to happen. What should not have been possible, with a man like this, a man who was not real, who was a sort of animal. Blackfeet. Red men. Savages. She felt her heart change inside her. It changed so that she could feel it, she could feel her whole mind and body and soul begin to change, to ignite, and she felt this change as her heart tossing around inside her like a lump of butter in a churn and her muscles shivering. His brown eyes stare at her, as if he knew what was happening to her. But he couldn't have.'
In these subtle, deceptively simple short stories, the acclaimed Irish writer Eilis Ni Dhuibhne again demonstrates her breathtaking mastery of a form she is steadily reshaping to make her own. Dealing with the search for love, with its loss, and with its discovery in surprising places and circumstances, her stories are an extraordinary fusion of tender compassion and unflinching candour.
