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“…so near the cradle of the faerie queen…” – Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

Again I want to thank another fabulous author for taking the challenge and presenting her world build both within and without her books..  her family and the characters of her realm. Fridays are turning out to be a magical time here at Cabin Goddess… today we enter one of my favorite places in the whole world, the world of fae! Join me as I tag along this beautiful family about to get a surprise of a lifetime…

" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

Not in fifty years had someone stood near the gateway at twilight. Yet, there were four of the Others right there, touching the stones, squinting at the spirals etched on them. Two of them, a girl and a boy, were very young. The boy could have been seven or eight and the girl, nearly as tall, seemed about the same age. But she still had the last vestiges of a baby’s belly, so I assumed she was at least a year or two younger. The other two were women. Both were tall compared to other women of their kind; the taller was exceptionally so.

" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

Invisible to them, I watched through the gateway. Although the children and the taller woman were curious about the stones, the shorter woman appeared to be in awe of even the smallest blade of grass. Listening to them speak, I knew straight away that they were American.

“It’s too dark,” said the little girl. She pulled at her jacket, “and it’s cold. Will we really see the faeries?”

“It’s almost time, right Mommy?” mused the little boy.

The shorter woman moved around the gateway and stopped directly in front of me. She stared into the stones, as if she could see me, and smiled. “Just about,” she said through a grin. “But don’t be disappointed if they don’t come out tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t they come?” asked the boy.

“Well, the people in town said they haven’t seen a faery in a very long time.”

“Some of them don’t even believe in faeries,” added the taller woman. She obviously doubted, I could see it on her face, though her expression also revealed a deep belief in the other woman. If that one believed in us, so would she.

“Don’t even mention them, Natasha,” said the shorter woman quietly. “Only good vibes.”

The girl looked up at Natasha and asked, “When will the faeries come, Sunny?”

At that very moment, the last glow of the sun gave way to the deep blue of the evening and the gateway opened. The glow of Tir Na n’Og spilled out onto the ground and bathed the shorter woman in a bluish light.

I stood, nearly touching noses with the shorter woman who became wide-eyed and went rigid as stone. The children screamed and ran to the woman the girl called Sunny, who knelt down beside them and put her arms around them. I could not step around the shorter woman. Interestingly enough, she was perhaps only two inches shorter than me. She blocked the narrow gateway. “May I pass?” I asked her.

" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

The shorter woman cracked a smile that I had not seen on a person in centuries, “Holy crap,” she whispered, and slowly stepped backward.

As I moved through the gateway and onto the grass, the shorter woman looked past me into Tir Na n’Og, expecting something. “Is it just you?” she asked with a slight sadness. “Are you the only one?”

“I am Casey,” I said. I was not about to tell this stranger anything I need not reveal. “Who are you?”

“She’s our mommy!” the girl happily chirped.

“My name’s Marni,” she said, but I was interested in the children.

I walked past Marni and knelt on the grass before the children and Natasha. “Who are you, then?”

“My name’s Eliot!” proclaimed the boy. “This is Rebecca,” he added, touching his sister on the arm.

“Where are your wings?” asked Rebecca. “How are you so tall?” she continued.

“Mommy said the older faeries are very tall, Rebecca,” Eliot answered before I could take a breath to respond. How much did this woman, Marni, know about us already? As if the boy had read my thoughts, he declared, “Mommy knows everything about faeries. She’s writing a whole bunch of books about you!”

“Is she, now?” I stood and turned back toward Marni, who was standing in the same spot where I left her, but had turned to watch me. She studied me like an owl surveys the land before alighting: quiet, open and prepared. I liked this woman. I liked them all. Natasha stayed quiet, hovering over the children. Marni watched from a distance, like me. “What do you know, Marni?”

“I only know what I’ve read about and heard from people who still believe in you. Plus, I made a lot of assumptions… based on Irish history.”

“How scholarly of you.” I could not miss the humor of Marni’s seriousness.

“You’re the first faerie I’ve ever met…” she looked past me at her children and her expression changed to a softer, more open one. “The only ones I’ve seen were out of the corner of my eye or in my dreams.”

“I’ve seen lots of Whisps at our house in Glendale!” exclaimed Eliot.

“Me, too!” Rebecca added.

“So, you all believe,” I said, turning briefly to see the children and Natasha nod their heads. “That’s a good sign for us, then.”

“Are there others, Casey?” Marni asked tentatively.

“There are,” I answered.

“Not as many before, right?”

I shook my head.

“That’s why I’ve been working on this series of books. I’m hoping that if enough people remember how important your people were and still are to… everybody… then maybe it will get them to believe again and give your people…”


“Something,” Marni said, shrugging. “My kids believe because I told them the stories… well, not the scary ones yet. They know that the Dreamweaver faerie comes to their rooms at night to put fairy dust on their eyes to give them good dreams…”

“That’s why there’s sand in the corner of my eyes in the morning,” Eliot said proudly.

Something about these Others made me feel like there was a possibility of a future for the People. I had come to the gateway to simply look out at the empty, rolling hills and distant lights of the town in the valley below. The last Other who stood before me on this hill believed in me because his fear drove him to that faith. At that moment, I wanted very much for this woman to have some small trace of our blood in her so that I could see her thoughts. I wanted to know if she truly did know the truth about us and what happened to the People. I had no such luck. “Marni,” I began, “what made you want to learn about us?”

“Oh,” she closed her eyes. “I’ve always believed that there is more to the universe than what modern science knows and I’ve experienced too many unexplainable things to think otherwise. I came here to Ireland in college and the moment I stepped off the plane, I felt like I had come home, even though I’d never been here before… in this lifetime, at least. So, while I don’t believe that you were all gods or anything – I don’t believe in any gods, actually – I did understand that most legends come from some real event or person. And if your people did exist, you obviously didn’t win, so you didn’t get to write the history books. We did, and we wrote you and your people out of them. Plus, there was that whole one-god thing that would have taken away any powers your people had…”

" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

As Marni continued her explanation, I could see her words in the chronicles I had written over the millennia: those histories that were destroyed. She did know. She understood our story somewhere deep in her mind. She knew the course of events that changed us and trapped us. She had none of our blood, yet she knew us. It was a magic I needed to feel again. She finally said, “We saved and saved our money so that we could come here and just see for ourselves if our belief was enough to see a faery.”

“Marni, will your family please be my guests? Come into Tir Na n’Og until the dawn and share your stories with me.”

Marni laughed and said, “No. Thank you. You know that would be bad for us.”

She was correct. I had forgotten that without our blood, a person would not be able to return to the upper world. I smiled and laughed as well. “It has been a very long time. But perhaps, if your stories are read by others and they are willing to believe, the veil between our worlds will heal and you can return to see my home.”

“If my books are successful,” Marni replied, “Millions of people will want to see your home.”

Millions? I could not imagine that there were that many people. “Millions?”

“Many millions,” she said. “There are over three trillion people on the planet, Casey. It only takes a few million to make a book truly successful.” She grinned, musing to herself.

With these thoughts… the magic of millions of people… I could not help but think of the possibilities.

“Sunny, I’m really cold,” said Rebecca, as she pulled her jacket tightly and crossed her arms over her chest. She then yawned.

“I don’t want to go back just yet,” Eliot replied, although his words shook from his own shivering.

“It’s very late,” Natasha said apologetically.

Marni looked at her children and partner, all three huddled together.

“Let me take you to where you are sleeping,” I said. “It will be dark before you make it to any roads near this place.”

Marni smiled again and thanked me. She let me hold Eliot’s hand as we walked down the hill toward the valley and I told him stories about us. Natasha and Marni took turns carrying Rebecca, who drifted to sleep quickly in her mother’s arms. I did not dare go into the town, so at the first lamppost, I stopped and kissed the children on their cheeks. Rebecca stirred enough to say good-bye and demand to see me again some day. Eliot began to cry, but I assured him that as long as he remembered me he would be able to find me again.

Marni asked, her voice quiet and very serious, “Casey, are you the last?”

“You are the story teller, are you not?” was all I could say. I liked these people, but they were strangers.

“It was… amazing to meet you. I’ll never forget you and I’ll keep telling my stories, even if they’re not the truth.”

“Who is to say that they are not, Marni? And does it even matter?” I said. I left them at the lamppost and returned to the dark of the night. The four Others lingered for some time, the two women staring into the darkness but seeing nothing. As I walked back to the gateway, I heard music that I had almost forgotten. I ran the rest of the way, hoping that the sound would grow louder as I approached, but at the entrance, the music was still a whisper on the breeze. Still, I heard it and I knew that meeting Marni and her little family was as magical for me as it was for them. Something broken had begun to mend. A new day had begun for the faeries of Ireland.

" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)


" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

Marni L. B. Troop has been writing since she can remember, having been published regularly in her junior and high school literary arts magazines and newspapers. After earning a B.A. in English from Jacksonville University in Florida, she moved to Los Angeles, where she was a screenwriter,  freelance ghostwriter, script and novel editor, and story analyst for nearly 15 years (as well as just about any other film/tv production job she could find). In 1997, after earning a Master of Professional Writing from the University of Southern California, she became a college professor, teaching English and writing courses. She moved to Glendale, Arizona in the spring of 2006 with her spouse, first child, and six pets, where she continued to teach (and still does), had another child, and turned her writing attention to novels.

When Marni was in college, she had the opportunity to visit Ireland. Having fallen in love with the country, its people and its mythology, she has spent the better part of twenty years researching Irish Celtic history and folklore. This series of six (or seven) books will be the fruit of her labor, a means of bringing the rich history of the Irish Faeries to a new generation of readers. In January 2010, she completed Tir Na n’Og: Journal One, which is self-published and is available through any book store and as a download.

She is currently working on the second novel – Journal Two – that concerns the arrival of Patrick (and Christianity) to Ireland and his effect on the stability of Tir Na n’Og.

On this journey, Marni has collected a soul-mate for a spouse, two brilliant and beautiful children, two crazy dogs and four particular cats… not to mention a small band of loyal, amazing friends.


" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

Tir Na N’Og (The Heart of Ireland) : Journal One

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Casey is a Faerie, but not in the way you might think. She’s not a little creature with wings or magic dust. If not for her tall, pointed ears, this regal princess could be mistaken for a human. She is gifted among her people in that she can see into anyone’s thoughts. She can remember every detail of every event that has occurred among the Faeries since her birth.

In TIR NA N’OG, Casey watches as the Faerie kings slaughter Ith, a stranger from across the sea and man of peace who believes the Faeries to be the gods of his people, the Iberians.

Little do the kings know that when you kill an innocent, humans seek vengeance. Ith’s people come in great numbers to slaughter their “gods” and take Ireland as their new home. Caught in the middle, Casey tries to find a way to bring peace to the two peoples so they can live on the Island together. After things do not go as she plans, the humans prove victorious. At the moment the Faeries surrender the Island, she and her people are transformed into the magical creatures that inspire legend, and Ireland is changed forever.

You would think this to be enough drama for a young Faerie princess, but in the midst of it all she meets her one true love, an Iberian named Amergin. At the moment when all seems perfect between them, they are separated in the worst way possible – dangled right in front of each other but forever just out of reach.

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" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)

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" near the cradle of the faerie queen..." - Marni L.B. Troop (Fourth-Wall Friday)


  1. It is at this point I feel the urge to inform you that I am raiding your book list….

    It has been quite enjoyable so far, and this looks like a great read.

    Dystopian noire – well I’ll admit you had me at the title. Then I read the book, and didn’t even blink at purchasing it on amazon. 😀

    I love books, and your Kriss’isms.
    Show me some love!

    • ROFLMAO awesome, thanks! Wait till you read what I post next HAH.. I found a PILE of books behind one of Geoff’s bloody instruments, like REAL books.. and man is it going to be an interesting post *cackling*

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