“She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“Her own hair was a glory of copper fire that morning, shining like a whisky still, long and loose in gentle flames… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
