The end
Now off to my editor
The end
There is something so unbelievably satisfying about those words, I can’t even begin to find the way to describe it.
For ten years this story, and these characters have been poking at the inside of my head, trying to come out, trying to get me to understand their story, trying to find a way onto the page and for ten years I’ve been studying them, and admittedly pushing them to the side to work on other things.
But no more.
Since the release of One Spring, almost a year ago, my focus has been on this.
The story that was once Madeline, then Clara and is now book 1 of The Echoes of Ireland trilogy is done — in what I hope is the final draft I can now submit to agents. Anyone who read bits of either of the previous stories will not recognize this as the same. What has transpired is a completely new version, with faint traces (mostly in book 2) of the other stories. That single story has now become a trilogy that spans more than forty years and two continents.
Echoes of Ireland: Book One Into the Tempest, is in my humble opinion, my best work so far. I am incredibly proud of this manuscript and hope that my readers will love it too. It is years of culminated research and hours (and hours, and hours) of writing and rewriting to get the tone, the pacing and the voice of the story, just right.
The tale is steeped in Irish history, family tradition and the quiet of home and hearth. There are romantic notions in it, though it is not a romance, as such. What unfolds is the knowledge of a bond that links sisters together, though they may be worlds apart, geographically and in their hopes and dreams. It is a story of love and tragedy, of hope and disappointment, of betrayal and deception but its roots are grounded in the Law of Sisterhood a bond so great no one and nothing can severe that tie.
For those of you who have been asking when my next book is coming out, this is it!!! But please be patient. My hope is that this will be picked up by an agent and brought to a publisher. But if those efforts have not produced results by the end of 2026, I will self-publish and make it available to all. Stay tuned for regular updates.
If I am allowed to design my own cover, or I self-publish this will be the cover you’re looking for in stores or on Amazon. I love this cover and I hope I’m able to keep it or something close to this.
In the meantime….
Here’s a synopsis, though it may not be the one that appears on the back of the book.
In 1846, The Willows stands as the quiet heart of the Gordon family of Glenmarin, where an Anglican minister and his noble‑born wife have raised their children between two worlds. Clara, steady and devoted, longs for a life of home and hearth, stitched into the familiar rhythms of the village she loves. Lily, polished by her grandparents’ rank and ambition, dreams of London ballrooms, fine gowns, and the glittering future a title would surely bring.
London offers Lily everything she ever wanted — until it takes it all away. Her gowns are stolen. Her friends turn their backs. And whispers of Jack Edwards, the American law student she met in Dublin, bring about a scandal twisted by those eager to see her fall. The marriage her grandparents had arranged — an alliance meant to settle an old debt, is threatened and Lily is left in disgrace. Betrayal bites from every direction, and Lily’s dreams collapse beneath the weight of forces she never saw coming.
Meanwhile, in Glenmarin, unrest erupts as tenant farmers rise against the landlord of Carrigmore Park, pulling the Gordon family into the heart of a violent uprising. In the chaos, tragedy strikes, and the sisters must confront grief, loyalty, and the shattering truth that someone — somewhere — is pulling strings that threaten to destroy them and their entire family.
Echoes of Ireland is a tale of two sisters caught in a web of deceit, destruction, and disloyalty, set against the backdrop of Ireland’s famine years. It is a story of love and loss, of privilege and ruin, and of the unseen forces that shape — and sometimes shatter — the dreams of those who dare to hope.
And while my editor is reviewing the latest draft and beta readers are soaking up the same, I’ll turn my attention back to The Golden Thread Mysteries: A Tapestry of Lies and the 1930s world of Dotty Hamilton. It’s been so long since I opened that manuscript that I’m a eager to renew my friendship with Dotty, Betty, Meg, Jake and Jimmy and let them tell you about the murder that will define their futures.
Thank you for your continued support.
Margery Reynolds