“The MacHugh thought it small wonder that he had loved her from his first sight of her. She was gay and lovely and hot-tempered, to be sure, with a beguiling way of turning sweet as sugared wine; and before God… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“She wanted to tell him how it was with her, but she could not. She could not tell him that when she was with… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“Aye, she thought, women must ever wait and steel their hearts against loneliness and fear; and the men would go riding out to war… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“She had never thought her name lovely until she heard him say it, his warm Scots voice lingering softly over the word.” — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“Above her, the triple summit of Ben Cruachan overhung the loch like a thundercloud; and the hills lay piled against one another, more purple… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“The MacHugh thought it small wonder that he had loved her from his first sight of her. She was gay and lovely and hot-tempered,… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“It was good, she reflected, to be among the proud Gaels. There was no formality among men here, where a man's pride of race… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“I had been too long in a hot land. The skies were always blue and one never escaped from the smell of flowers. I'd… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“Aye, he thought, loyalty, that most irrevocable of clan codes, was a point of honor more fiercely and tenaciously held than a man's life;… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“The honor a man carries in his heart cannot be explained, lass," he said slowly. "Nor can you measure the courage of a man… — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“Honesty must sometimes be taken in small measure, like a bitter medicine.” — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
“Dreams were frail things, when all was said, and loneliness the only certainty.” — Jan Cox Speas Copy Share Image
