He gathered her head onto his shoulder, the standard refuge he offered from her hurts, and she tucked her hand into its usual warm place under the plaid across his chest. Battlewounds did no' pain his heart as much as his crying wife, and her broken spirit cut him daily. ...
Elinor could contribute no more on the topic, being ignorant of such things, so she stood demurely and applied her thoughts to her role. This was the first duty the clan had asked of her, and she wanted to do it well. Of course, her handicap was that she'd only done it once before, and this was...
"...A hundred crystal shot-glasses etched with our clan crest plus I Got Smashed at Zavier and Freya's Wedding. The full range of medieval-themed items from the MacKrannan Wedding Favors Catalogue as table centerpieces with flashing fairylights in alternating colors. MacKrannan Honeymead Specia...