“The girl rifles through her thoughts, grasping for the reason behind the aching in her heart. And then there it is again, Tagaloa’s steady voice. “Come home.”
In the first issue of the semester, the Nass investigates sectoral bargaining, keeps a promise to a demon, and travels into the heart of Ireland’s magic.
“Now that the University is not monitoring the pandemic as closely through testing, Covid is a silent landmine, invisible and creeping. No matter how lightly I tread, its threat looms just beyond the visible realm.”