It’s dangerous walking into bookstores. Books jump of the shelves and force themselves upon me. There I was in Dudley’s in Bend, minding me own business, waiting for Marilyn to pick up her cooking oils at a little boutique shop she favors when BAM! I’m bitten in both hands by Wolves of Eden.
I fought them off and escaped, but only temporarily.
Dakota Territory, 1866. Following the murders of a frontier fort’s politically connected sutler and his wife in their illicit off-post brothel, Lieutenant Martin Molloy and his long-suffering orderly, Corporal Daniel Kohn, are ordered to track down the killers and return with “boots for the gallows” to appease powerful figures back in Washington. The men journey west to a distant outpost in a valley at once beautiful and savage, where the soldiers inside the fort—from Irish Fenian rebels to anti-immigrant nativists—prove to be violently opposed to their investigations.
Meanwhile, unable to adapt to life as migrant farm laborers in peacetime Ohio, Irish immigrant brothers and Civil War veterans, Michael and Thomas O’Driscoll, reenlist in the army and are shipped west to Fort Phil Kearny in the heart of the Powder River Valley. Here they are thrown into ferocious combat with Red Cloud’s coalition of Native tribes fighting American expansion into their hunting grounds. Amidst the daily carnage, Thomas finds a love that will lead to a moment of violence as brutal as any they have witnessed in battle—a moment that will change their lives forever.
Blending intimate historical detail and emotional acuity, Wolves of Eden sets these four men on a deadly collision course in a haunting narrative that explores the injustice of warfare and the resilience of the human spirit.
West Cork. November 1920. The Irish War of Independence rages. The body of a young woman is found brutally murdered on a windswept hillside, a scrapboard sign covering her mutilated body reads “TRATOR.”Traitor.Acting Sergeant Séan O’Keefe of the Royal Irish Constabulary, a wounded veteran of the Great War, is assigned to investigate the crime, aided by sinister detectives sent from Dublin Castle to ensure he finds the killer, just so long as the killer he finds best serves the purposes of the crown in Ireland. . .The IRA has instigated its own investigation into the young woman’s death, assigning young Volunteer Liam Farrell – failed gunman and former law student – to the task of finding a killer it cannot allow to be one of its own. Unknown to each other, the RIC Constable and the IRA Volunteer relentlessly pursue the truth behind the savage killing, their investigations taking them from the bullet-pocked lanes and thriving brothels of a war-torn Cork city to the rugged, deadly hills of West Cork, both seeking a killer, both seeking to stay alive in a time where “murder’s as common as rain and no one knows a thing about it, even when they do.”