Quotes by : Jean M. Grant

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

Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were....

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

A cloud of white death veiled in black…

Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds....

She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled....

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

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.

The scene unfolded before him as though he were a ghost. His mother stood on the raised stump, her body....

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