Lenny the Leprechaun

About the Book

The Leprechauns are under threat of the humans invading their domain. Their numbers have been dwindling over the centuries and the last of the Leprechauns in Ireland have sought sanctuary in the north of Ireland, high in the mountains of Mourne. Lenny, who is about to celebrate his 11th Birthday is disillusioned with his way of life that has changed substantially in the last 7 years, living underground in the roots of the trees during daylight and only coming out at night as the fear of the humans now discovering them has increased. Everything changes when a family of Leprechauns disappear, Lenny, his grandfather, and his friend Soil, are caught up in danger as they go looking for help in the most unlikely places. Betrayed by the Sprites, Lenny and Soil, now separated from the other Leprechauns, have to fight for their survival in a harsh environment as they encounter mythical and magical creatures along the way.

About the Author

I live in Northern Ireland and come from a large family. I am third eldest of ten children, I have seven brothers and 2 sisters. My father came from Portrush, he was highly superstitious and told us stories most Sunday evenings after our bath, whilst we were enjoying mothers baking, what beautiful memories. Now that I am a grand-mother I find myself recounting these marvellous stories to my grand-children, told also to my two sons, hence the first book I have written, called Lenny the Leprechaun. I have to say that my grand-children were certainly the inspiration for the book but my father and mother were the people who instilled a love of books and stories from a very young age. Despite the hardship and lack of money growing up, our house had a lot of love in it, we went without material things but the love and care from my parents growing up was more than anything money could buy. The stories we were told let us escape from the hardship to another place, for many years the fairies, who we believed in, lived in the lightbulbs in our house and kept us company on cold dark evenings when there was no warmth in our beds, no fuel to heat the house and the bed clothes were topped off with our coats to keep us warm. We believed that the fairies in the lightbulbs watched over us and kept us safe. I would like to keep the magic from childhood and pass it on for other generations of children to enjoy.