Not far from the city was a dark forest called the Andhavana, where some monks and nun went to live.

The nun went out and found the portrait just as her dream had foretold.

I still haven't: the nuns had gone shopping, a neighbour told us, and the place was empty.

The nuns would all be going up to Dublin to collect her body shortly.

The nuns of the order also go by the name "Poor Clares".

Maya was behind him, armed with a knife she'd taken off the guard as soon as the nun went down.

The nuns went to bed early and rose at six.

The nuns had gone to town on that.

The monastery was closed and the nuns either went to other locations or left the Order.

Soon nuns will go back to live at Humor and Voronets.