The Child that Went with the Fairies E-Book

Sheridan Le Fanu

• Herausgeber: Zenith Evergreen Literary Co.
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 18

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

🌳 Step into the magical realm of folklore and mystery! - Sheridan Le Fanu's enchanting tale, The Child That Went with the Fairies, captures the haunting story of a young child who vanishes under peculiar circumstances in the mystical Irish countryside. With elements of folklore, suspense, and ethereal charm, this Gothic classic invites readers to explore the captivating intersection of human life and fairy lore. ✨ A story of innocence lost and supernatural allure. This tale weaves a spellbinding narrative that resonates with the themes of love, fear, and the unexplained. As you turn each page, you'll be drawn into the hauntingly beautiful world of Irish fairy legends and the chilling mystery surrounding the child's fate. 📖 Acclaimed for its atmospheric storytelling and folklore-inspired depth. Fans of Gothic fiction and supernatural tales celebrate this story for its evocative prose, emotional power, and timeless appeal. Whether you're a lover of fairy lore or haunting mysteries, this novella offers a magical escape into the unknown. ✨ Don't miss this timeless masterpiece—discover the magic and mystery today! ✨

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The Child That Went With The Fairies

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

About Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

The Child That Went With The Fairies

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Published: 1870Categorie(s): Fiction, Occult & Supernatural, Supernatural Creatures, Ghost, Horror, Short Stories

Eastward of the old city of Limerick, about ten Irish miles under the range of mountains known as the Slieveelim hills, famous as having afforded Sarsfield a shelter among their rocks and hollows, when he crossed them in his gallant descent upon the cannon and ammunition of King William, on its way to the beleaguering army, there runs a very old and narrow road. It connects the Limerick road to Tipperary with the old road from Limerick to Dublin, and runs by bog and pasture, hill and hollow, straw-thatched village, and roofless castle, not far from twenty miles.

Skirting the healthy mountains of which I have spoken, at one part it becomes singularly lonely. For more than three Irish miles it traverses a deserted country. A wide, black bog, level as a lake, skirted with copse, spreads at the left, as you journey northward, and the long and irregular line of mountain rises at the right, clothed in heath, broken with lines of grey rock that resemble the bold and irregular outlines of fortifications, and riven with many a gully, expanding here and there into rocky and wooded glens, which open as they approach the road.

A scanty pasturage, on which browsed a few scattered sheep or kine, skirts this solitary road for some miles, and under shelter of a hillock, and of two or three great ash-trees, stood, not many years ago, the little thatched cabin of a widow named Mary Ryan.

Poor was this widow in a land of poverty. The thatch had acquired the grey tint and sunken outlines, that show how the alternations of rain and sun have told upon that perishable shelter.

But whatever other dangers threatened, there was one well provided against by the care of other times. Round the cabin stood half a dozen mountain ashes, as the rowans, inimical to witches, are there called. On the worn planks of the door were nailed two horse-shoes, and over the lintel and spreading along the thatch, grew, luxuriant, patches of that ancient cure for many maladies, and prophylactic against the machinations of the evil one, the house-leek. Descending into the doorway, in the chiaroscuro