A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.

If you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations.

Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You’re not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on.

He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?