Books with author Eleanor J. Hall

Quite possibly one of the best, most heroic and most tragic legends ever, that of Cuchulain! The Hound of Ulster! Eleanor Hall's fantastic retelling of one of Ireland's most enduring, most endearing legends, complete with illustrations to enhance the reading experience. The entire cast is here: Brave Cuchulain, fierce and proud, Maeve, Deirdre, Fergus mac Roy, King Conor and all the rest. Perfect for young readers and the young at heart!Contents include:HOW CONOR BECAME KING OF ULSTERQUEEN MEAVE AND THE WOMAN-SEERTHE BOY-CORPS OF KING CONORHOW CUCHULAIN GOT HIS NAMEHOW CUCHULAIN TOOK ARMSOF CUCHULAIN'S FIRST FEATS OF CHAMPIONSHIPCUCHULAIN'S ADVENTURES IN SHADOW-LANDHOW CUCHULAIN WOOED HIS WIFEMEAVE DEMANDS THE BROWN BULL OF COOLEY AND IS REFUSEDTHE PLUCKING OUT OF THE FOUR-PRONGED POLETHE DEER OF ILL-LUCKETARCOMAL'S WELL-DESERVED FATETHE FIGHT WITH SPITS OF HOLLY-WOODTHE COMBAT WITH FERDIATHE FALL OF FERDIAULSTER, AWAKE!THE END OF THE BOY-CORPSTHE "RISING-OUT" OF ULSTERTHE HUMBLING OF QUEEN MEAVETHE FAIRY SWAN-MAIDENSHOW CUCHULAIN WENT TO FAIRY-LANDDEIRDRE OF CONTENTIONSTHE UP-BRINGING OF DEIRDRETHE SLEEP-WANDERERTHE WILES OF KING CONORTHE SORROWFUL DEATH OF USNA'S SONSTHE FIGHT OF CUCHULAIN WITH HIS SON CONLATHE HOUND AT BAYFAME OUTLIVES LIFETHE RED ROUT

There was a thoughtful frown on the face of the man who was the possessor of twenty million dollars. He was a tall, spare man, with a fringe of reddish-brown hair encircling a bald spot. His blue eyes, fixed just now in a steady gaze upon a row of ponderous law books across the room, were friendly and benevolent in direct contradiction to the bulldog, never-let-go fighting qualities of the square jaw below the firm, rather thin lips. The lawyer, a youthfully alert man of sixty years, trimly gray as to garb, hair, and mustache, sat idly watching him, yet with eyes that looked so intently that they seemed to listen. For fully five minutes the two men had been pulling at their cigars in silence when the millionaire spoke. "Ned, what am I going to do with my money?" Into the lawyer's listening eyes flashed, for a moment, the keenly scrutinizing glance usually reserved for the witness on the other side. Then quietly came the answer. "Spend it yourself, I hope-for some years to come, Stanley."