Authors: Susan King
Laird of the Wind
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For Josh, the first one out of the nest
"Though her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I'd whistle her off and let her down the wind
To prey at fortune."
Scotland, the Lowlands
A flash of light, then darkness as the vision began. Isobel, through closed eyes, saw a man emerge from the shadows. Tall, wide-shouldered, cloaked like a pilgrim, he moved with the easy grace of a warrior. On his gloved fist, he supported a hawk. Mist whirled, and he was gone.