In the slaughterhouse of love,
they kill
only the best,
none of the weak or deformed.
Don't run away from this dying.
Whoever's not killed for love
is dead meat.
-Jelaluddin Rumi
and now as you turn clouds in my head i see i am another stranger in love
i listen to the blaze of your summer head back to catch the rising of the tide of we and i drown strangely in love
i trace your face in the seas of my mind to mark the spot where you stole a first glance then raise my hands and surrender in you
Dive into an enchanting adventure! This light-hearted romance will transport you to 17th-century Scotland, where a free-spirited 21st-century heroine brings love & laughter to a stressed-out laird's life - with a little help from the Fae!
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