Distributed by Fictionwise.com Chapter One Scotland Three hundred years ago "Get out of my way you stupid, useless idiot!" Angus swung a "Here now, there's no call to be talking to the lad like tha "Hold your whist, old man, or you will take the beating mean The tavern owner stepped back and shook his head. "You are a "And who will do the punishing, old fool? You?" Angus droppe The boy scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as his twisted Angus watched their retreat as he pulled a chair toward his * * * * The current Sorceress of the Ancients, Maeve Donald, pulled "Angus, I must speak wi' you," the girl pleaded, in a trembl Angus smiled. He put his hand on the girl's shoulder and slo "I have been wondering where you were, Bridget. My bed could She pushed his hand away and stepped closer. "Please, Angus. "Aye, lass. If that is what you want. We can ... talk," Angu The Sorceress followed them out the tavern door and stood in "Your dallying might have you with anyone's child, girl. Wha "Angus," she gasped, "I have ne'er lain wi' a man but you.
