Their tale is sprinkled with Irish folklore that made the dark moments just a little bit lighter and certainly gave credit to the notion of eternal love. Years pass and both Kellen and Darby change and go through life altering events, but when Darby returns to the once magical land where her life held such possibilities, the adventure of her life really begins.ĭevil of Dublin is full of dark moments, non-stop action, and very emotional connections, but at the heart of the story is this deep rooted connection between two soulmates. Over multiple years their meetings are brief, but life altering as Darby comes back to visit, until one year she doesn’t. Kellen lives there while Darby is only there visiting her grandfather for perhaps a week at a time. Kellen and Darby meet when they are children in Ireland. It’s hard to describe the magical beauty alongside the darkness of this book, but both made this story unputdownable. I was transported to the Emerald Isle of mystical tales where anything is possible, especially where two souls like Kellen and Darby overcome such incredible odds. Once I opened the pages to Devil of Dublin I never once set it back down. Review Rating: 5 Gold Stars Review/Synopsis:Ī dark, but beautifully magical tale that had me transfixed by these two broken soulmates. My grandfather had been right about everything, especially the boy.Genre/Tropes: Anti-hero/Dark/Mafia/Fairy-Tale Romance And with every summer I spent stolen away with him in those enchanted woods, he grew to become so much more.īut when I return to Glenshire as an adult, grieving and engaged to someone else, all those legends quickly morph into nightmares. He was kind, and beautiful, and special, and hurting. But when he warned me about the mute boy who also lurked in those woods, the one the priest had declared to be the spawn of Satan himself, I refused to listen. Or the way they sparkled with mischief when he told me tales about the magical creatures that dwelled in the forest behind his humble Irish sheep farm-shy fairies who liked to eat tea biscuits, cruel witches who liked to eat children, a moody lake spirit with a taste for expensive gifts.Īs a child, I believed every fantastical word. I can’t remember anymore if my grandfather’s eyes were blue or green, but I’ll never forget the way they wrinkled at the corners when he laughed at one of his own jokes.
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