Ye brainless, namby-pated …” Nigel shook his fist in the air as mud splattered him where he stood. The half-witted driver careening in front of him obviously couldn’t hear him above the clankity-clatter of the dray’s iron wheels. A blind-eyed washerwoman could have driven those horses around the ...
Heavy. Ominous. Nicholas could feel it in his bones. He inhaled a fresh waft of Emily’s lily-of-the-valley sweetness, but if his surmise was correct, a stench was soon to come. The only way to know for sure was to keep trailing the grim-faced butler who ushered him and Emily down a short corridor...
Jesu be praised that after three and a half days of sailing, a soft place to lay his head this eve awaited. Though he and Magnus achieved admirable time in reaching the Shetland Isles, bedding down on the strakes of the hull had made the nights drag. Before they set sail on the morrow for the Ork...