Coming Attractions

James Francis Smith introduces “Coming Attractions to eBook Marketing.” Reminiscent of his childhood Saturday afternoons at the movies, each week, he’ll post selected paragraphs from The Irish-American Story. Why? To entice readers to buy his books, which are available on Kindle and Nook.

June 22, 2013

James Francis Smith’s Weekly Coming Attractions

from The Irish-American Story available on Kindle and Nook.


Druids, Celts, and Romans – Volume 1

Set in Switzerland, this story opens on the dark side to illustrate the influence the Druids had on the ancient Celts—Europe’s founders.

Chapter One

Reaching up and patting his tall friend on the shoulder, Munli begged him to listen, “I am not asking you to murder him outright.  I am only asking you to be prepared to save my life.  For if I were to die before completing my sacred charge, untold atrocities will most certainly occur.  Take action only if you see, with your own eyes, that I am in mortal danger.  That is all I ask.”

The noise of someone approaching warned the three, and they looked up as a fourth member joined the group.  The acolytes gasped with astonishment when they recognized the vocation of the new arrival.  Age lines crisscrossed his weather-beaten brow, and sunspots covered his withered hands.  A wolf-skin framed the old man’s haggard face with the soggy snout covering his forehead, giving him a look of demonic depravity.  The two young assistants were terrified, but they dared not object to his presence for their master welcomed him and invited him to partake of the steaming brew.

The Master Druid began preparing for his lonely vigil, while the acolytes dissected the carcass of the sacred white deer.  Praying that he would be successful in his endeavors, a naked Munli crawled into the pelt and meditated for the remainder of the night.  As he cuddled in the womb of the oozing corpse, Munli occasionally gagged at the smell of decay, but this did not stop him from continuing his plotting.  A human sacrifice had been offered, and he knew the gods were pleased.  He smiled at his good fortune.  In his heart, he had written the names of the parents of the triplets, a decision he had made long ago.  Now he only had to entice the Mayri chieftain to accept the burden.  Inspired by his patroness, Munli decided that Conel would be drugged to experience a dream in which he would participate in a future catastrophe of the Celts.  Praying silently, Munli began to lay additional plans.  While he schemed, the acolytes dug a square pit into which they tossed the ashes of the cremated Vate and sat huddled together waiting for their master to emerge.  When he arose, all three pulled the remains of the dead stag along the ground and pitched it into the pit, returning it to the bowel of the earth.  Then they shoved covering dirt into the hole until it was again level with the surrounding soil.

Volume 2, Irish in the Revolutionary War is currently being researched


The Civil War’s Valiant Irish – Volume 3

This story opens in Ireland to explain why Phillip Sheridan, who was born in Kellenkere, County Cavan, had been brought to American as a suckling. It then moves to County Cork to introduce the McCarthy twins. Because President Lincoln doesn’t have any Irish blood, I used nurses, Mollie & Nellie, to bring him into the story. Instead of chapters, Volume 3 is segmented first by year then by Civil War battles and major events.


Gazing out the half-door at the most troublesome of her brood, a content Bridget smiled, thankful to the Lord it was her husband’s sisters who educated them, instead of some itinerant schoolmaster who, over their antics, would have skinned them alive. The twins reminded her of her brother John, the one immediate Sheridan family member, who with her best friend and now sister-in-law, Mary Minor, crossed the Atlantic to escape the prejudices of the local pastor, Father M’Gennis. A letter from Mary Minor, with the customary two dollars enclosed, lay open on the kitchen table.

The dinner conversation turned to the oft-repeated Father M’Gennis’s Sunday sermon on the evil of marriages by close family members. As he had done often, he brought up the birth of Phillip Henry Sheridan to the cousins, John Sheridan and Mary Minor.

“When I baptized the runt, I was sorely tempted to pray for his immediate demise. With his enormous head and short legs, he had the look of a Mongol from China.” The priest pointed his index finger in the general direction of Bridget Smith and her family, “Let that be a lesson. The Church doesn’t condone close-family marriages, and you can see the reason why.”

The grim duty of honoring the famine victims affected Molly and Nellie more than most. They imagined the skeletons lying beneath the clay having green stained teeth from eating grass in the dim hope of surviving the Great Hunger. At the admonishment of the nuns, both had sworn to take up a profession that would help those less fortunate, though one would be hard-pressed to find a family less fortunate than Skibbereen’s McCarthys. Jobs were as nonexistent as the income needed to support such a large family.

Please note:

Regarding James Francis Smith’s Weekly Coming Attractions

Paragraphs from Volumes 4 & 5 will be posted on Saturday June 29, then Volumes 6 & 7 the following week. This serial cycle will repeat with excerpts from succeeding chapters until each book is complete.

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These will also be posted on, as a news release on Expertclick and on my blogs on The New Wildgeese and Irishabroad.

I hope you enjoy this unique way in which I introduce my books, and have a grand year.

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James Francis Smith


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