leprechauns

A country road, a gravel road, is a sign of civilization, sure, but it’s just a farm, an easy conquest. Iron means a stronghold, people who can defend what’s theirs.

— Kathy Bryson

Ah, that’s just Sean NOS singing and dancing. Something to do around the pub of an evening.

— Kathy Bryson

Be sure to wear green on March seventeen, or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Corned beef and cabbage and leprechaun men. Colorful rainbows hide gold at their end. Shamrocks and clovers with three leaves plus one. Dress up in green—add a top hat for fun. Steal a quick kiss from the lasses in red. A tin whistle tunes off the top of my head. Friends, raise a goblet and offer this to

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Don’t know what I’m talking about!” My should hit notes that normally only Wagnerian sopranos can reach. “You think you’re a freaking leprechaun, but I don’t know what I’m talking about?

— Kathy Bryson

Everyone helping out was supposed to make me feel better, but it actually made me feel more like a screw-up.

— Kathy Bryson

Finn stood abruptly. "We need to follow 'em." "But aren't they followin' us? If we go after them, the five of us will be goin' around in circles.

— Ashlyn Chase

He brightened. "Are you Irish then?" "My last name is McNally. I'm as Irish as Paddy's pig.

— Ashlyn Chase

How would we get corporate sponsorship if we were just a bunch of thugs?

— Kathy Bryson

I am always a perfect gentleman. If you ever want me to not be a perfect gentleman, you’ll have to ask and not be crying when you do.

— Kathy Bryson