Dancing in Limbo. Edward Toman

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Copyright

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      First published in Great Britain by Flamingo 1995

      Copyright © Edward Toman 1995

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      Source ISBN 9780006479840

      Ebook Edition © NOVEMBER 2016 ISBN: 9780008228422

      Version: 2016-11-08

Dedication

      For Geraldine

Epigraph

      tá an Teamhair ’na féar

      is féach an Traoi mar tá

       Tara is under grass

      and what now remains of Troy?

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Prologue

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Two

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       Four

       Five

       Two

       Six

       Three

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Epilogue

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Other Books By

       About the Publisher

Prologue

      At the very moment that the Popemobile passed closest to him, Father Frank realized he was speaking in tongues. Though he had never been much of a one for the languages, it crossed his mind that he might be speaking in fluent Irish at last, and that fifteen years’ effort by the priests and the Christian Brothers might be paying a dividend. But this was something different from the plodding ‘tá mé go maith’ of his schooldays. Different too from the cursory acquaintance with Latin and Greek that his years in Derry and Maynooth had given him. There on the grass of the Phoenix Park the talk just flowed from him in great fluent gushes.

      His first reaction was embarrassment. He looked round surreptitiously, but the great tumult that had gathered for the occasion had more to do than pay attention to one loquacious curate. Everyone was as bad as himself, gibbering away, each in his own tongue, their voices drowned out by the roaring and chanting and singing and praying that echoed from the four corners of the vast park. ‘So far so good,’ he thought to himself. He was beginning to enjoy his new talent when another strange sensation came creeping through his body. Frank knew he was sober, or at least as sober as was decent for Ireland’s favourite priest to be on this great day. But an unaccustomed detachment was stealing over his limbs, a feeling of lightness creeping up from his feet to his head. He felt that he was leaving his body and floating above it. Then his limbs began to move involuntarily, СКАЧАТЬ