“Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“The scene unfolded before him as though he were a ghost. His mother stood on the raised stump, her body tied to the tall… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296 Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
