“A cloud of white death veiled in black…”

“Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.”

“A cloud of white death veiled in black…”

“Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.”

“You're special, Deirdre, and don't ever think otherwise.”

“Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.”

“Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of Scotland to abdicate. Several Scottish nobles, called Claimants, vie for his throne. The Cause divides the country, as each clan must choose and support a Claimant. Many contenders seek fortune and power, but a few seek Scotland’s independence. Only by a great force can this be achieved. However, the road to independence is fraught with those that wish to see the Cause crushed, at any cost.”

“A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...”

“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.”

“Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.”