"She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him."
- Jean M. Grant
"Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of Scotland to abdicate. Several Scottish nobles..."
"Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed."
"Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye."
"She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry clothes over wet skin. She instantly regretted her naked swim. She pull..."
"A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses..."
"You're special, Deirdre, and don't ever think otherwise."
"Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few."
"The scene unfolded before him as though he were a ghost. His mother stood on the raised stump, her body tied to the tall stake behind her. A pile of wood encircled her feet. Only a small crowd had gat..."
"Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded."