That was what Niall announced around his mother’s table. Sabine looked at him, over her plate of tough meat and mushed root. He did not offer her an explanation nor did she expect one. He continued to discuss the “gathering” with Rory, his mother, and a woman about Sabine’s age, with straw-colore...
She looked out from her high window in Duart Castle and felt as if she stood on the edge her entire world. From her vantage she could see the cliffs that dropped to the Firth of Lorn and little else. A thick mist blotted out the mainland beyond that calm, slate-like water. She wanted to slap hers...