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The Secrets of Nine Irish Sons I: The Beginning
The Secrets of Nine Irish Sons - The Beginning By Laura Joyce Moriarty
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Part thriller, part mystery, part impossible deceptions---an Irish woman's supernatural gift becomes the obsession of a vicious assassin. Accused of murdering her husband, Mary Elizabeth O'Malley is imprisoned for two decades while her kidnapper waits for his father to die so he can inherit his fortune and find the woman he believes will help him control a vast criminal empire.
Back in Ireland, her nine sons grow up intent on discovering the truth behind their father's murder and mother's disappearance. On the way, they discover ruthless and massive corruption, and such unspeakable scandals that the CIA, FBI, and Scotland Yard have teamed up to help them uncover a criminal network of massive proportions.
PREVIEW P r o l o g u e Peru 2007
She looked around her bare and musty cell with the usual sense of total disbelief. Most of what she remembered about her trial was that it was filled with strangers. Not one person from the village she lived in or anyone that she knew sat in the courtroom. One afternoon she saw her brother-in-law Gabriel and three of her sons come in, but they were in the back of the chamber and she was not allowed to turn around. It was the day her verdict had been announced.
An odd looking doctor said she was diagnosed with severe personality disorder. She could still hear his testimony: Mary Elizabeth O'Malley is borderline delusional and she doesn't recognize the reality of her offense. Part psychiatrist and part priest, she remembered thinking as she stared at him. Diagnoses when? Such rubbish she thought---that anyone could say such nonsense about her was beyond her imagination. She wanted her lawyer to question him, but he wouldn't—a man who had dirty fingernails and a toupee. He couldn't be a real lawyer, she thought.
She struggles with her competence in ways that are rare, but distinctly unique to people who continually confuse reality with their imaginary deeds. And who is he? Where's that silly accent from? He sounds like a cockney Brit who's pretending to be educated---he's certainly not someone from around here. A real doctor wouldn't wear the clothes he was wearing, she thought. They're dirty. She looked back at her lawyer. He was so disgusting that she was afraid that if she said anything he would touch her and she would throw up in court.
It was all a lie---and not even a logical one. If anyone was present who knew her, this crazy testimony would be contradicted. But there was no one. She was found guilty of murdering her husband, a most ridiculous, and unimaginable thought to her. She was supposed to be executed. And yet she never was. She was here in some foreign prison and had been for years and years. No matter how many days had gone by, her mind would continue to deny the events that brought her to this place of nothingness. Each morning she felt the same sense of shock and dismay the moment she woke. She would close her eyes and pray, I deny this existence today and every day. Yet, she knew her continued refusal to accept her situation was diminishing her ability to survive. Still, she continued to struggle with her thoughts incessantly.
And why this prison, of all the insane places in the world? Why one that was outside her homeland? If the judge and jury truly believed she was guilty of murder, why wasn't she executed immediately as they announced at the trial?
As she pondered these things over and over, she rarely spoke. There was no one to listen except the sentry who did not understand her. In the beginning she had tried, but she had long since given up hope of ever communicating anything intelligent to her inhospitable guard. She was alone and would be until her God decided it was enough.
Registered with the U.S. Copyright Office Jan. 09. ISBN 978-1440494512