EYE OF THE SEAHORSE

<p class=ql-align-center><strong>EVERY DAY IT GREW STRONGER</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>It crept across the land like a smothering vine and at every harvest</p><p class=ql-align-center> there was more rot diseased sheep soured milk and sick children. </p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>The morning of the fair I smelled it like the </p><p class=ql-align-center>sour stink on Granda when he'd been out fishing. </p><p class=ql-align-center>It had a taste too like morning breath no worse like rotten fish. </p><p class=ql-align-center>It seeped into our minds kindling fights for no reason. </p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>IT GOT GRANDA AND IT GOT ME </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center>It made us say and do things we didn't want to do and </p><p class=ql-align-center>if I hadn't gone to the fair </p><p class=ql-align-center> </p><p class=ql-align-center><strong> PETER WOULD STILL BE ALIVE</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p>So begins <em>Eye of the Seahorse</em> a Celtic fantasy about two rival cousins with magical abilities living in Ireland during the 1920's. Together if they can manage to get along they must find a way to stop the evil that is ravaging the countryside. </p>