Maggie was not frightened. She had her two protectors, Gerta and Caitrina. The whisky man’s wife and daughter who had come to the keep for safety. They had arrived as Talorc and his men were setting out. She wished he hadn’t, but Talorc explained to the mother and daughter that Maggie did not lik...
She closed her eyes, took deep breaths, as Feargus continued with his task. Resentment simmered. Men! Oblivious to a woman's moods, a woman's needs. Fiona opened her eyes to the muted light of late afternoon. She crossed to the fire, to distance herself from the rhythmic rasp, and tried to swall...
With perverse irony, the pounding of her chest carried her to childhood, and a memory. She had been no more than a wee thing when she found a frantic little sparrow trapped within the stillroom, a dank dark place. How the bird managed to find its way inside the room heavy with the scent of ma...
She knew where she was going, hoped her man would be there waiting, though he probably wouldn’t be. To many guards these days, watching too close for a man to pass as a woman, for anyone without taking note of who they were and when they passed. Oh, aye, but she needed to see him, to celebrate, ...