Cry the Soft Rain — Alice Dwyer-Joyce

“THE MAGIC HASN'T RUBBED OFF IRELAND LIKE IT HAS OFF THE REST OF THE WORLD.”

Disbelieving at first -- skeptical of charms, spells, sorcery and fairies -- Philipa Gray didn't begin believing in the powers of the enchanted Isle until her housekeeper told Philipa's fortune from the tea leaves:

“Ah, there's sorrow that's gone over a long time like the rain clouds of yesterday… There's tears that's been wept and will be wept no more… There's a dark man in your life and a fair one, too… There's black death and it's coming walking over the water…”