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Fantasy
Publisher: Brendan Carroll
ISBN-10: 145364217X
Pages: 304
Copyright: Jul 9, 2010
ISBN-13: 9781453642177
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
The Grand Master of the Red Cross of Gold fails miserably in his attempt to 'set things right' by indulging in a bit of time travel. He is saved from a terrible fate by his beloved Meredith, but her magick awakens an even greater power in the Abyss that would have been better left sleeping. The Chevalier du Morte returns home defeated, but his troubles increase disproportionately when he returns with 'baggage'. Things begin to fall apart between Mark and Meredith just when things should have been looking up and the Knight of the Golden Eagle finds himself again thrown into the mix when Meredith pushes both Simon of Grenoble and Mark Ramsay out of her life perhaps forever.
Excerpt
“No, he’s never been big on thinking. He’s more adept at doing,” Mark Andrew told her. “It’s the ‘doing’ that concerns me.”
This remark caused her to turn her head very slowly toward him again.
“If you mean to accuse him of anything, Sir Ramsay, then I would advise you to think again.” She pushed herself up. “If there is one thing you don’t know about your own brother, then this is something I can tell you. He has never come to my bed. And that is to his credit. I only wish that I could have said the same about you, sir.”
Mark Andrew closed his eyes. This was not going well at all. This was not what he had come here for. He was driving the wedge between them even deeper.
“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for,” he said. “I am not your enemy, Meredith... Merry. I care for you... deeply, but it’s complicated. Please... sit down. I did not come here to upset you.”
“I’ll sit if you will.” She sniffed and nodded toward the chair in front of the desk.
He dragged the chair to the table and sat down stiffly. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He crossed his arms over his chest as she resumed her seat.
“Now what is it, exactly, that you want, Sir Ramsay?” She asked him.
“I want to know what you plan to do, Miss Sinclair,” he said honestly. “I want to know your intentions concerning the baby and my brother.”
“Your brother has offered me a home here,” she told him. “But this is no place for a woman, much less a baby. This is a monastery. I told him as much. I don’t want to raise my child in a monastery.”
“So then, you do want to keep it?” He asked.
“Yes. I do,” she nodded. “I am not a monster and I am not unfeeling. I had no parents and I would not want to inflict such a life on another child if I can help it. As long as I have the means to be a good mother and provide for my child, I would like to keep it. Yes.”
“And Luke has offered to provide for you and the baby?”
“He has.”
“And you have accepted his offer?”
“His offer is marriage. I have not accepted... yet.” She smiled. “I told him that I would think about it.”
Mark Andrew frowned. Luke had not told him this. He had not mentioned marriage. He reached for the little purple book that lay on the table. It was very old. He recognized it immediately.
“You have been reading this?” He turned one of the pages very carefully.
“I’ve been trying to occupy my mind, yes.”
“It is difficult to read these old manuscripts.” He stared at the pages. “Do you know what it’s about?”
“Some wizard named Myrrdyn. I thought it was a love story.”
“Merlin.”
“Merlin?” She frowned and looked about.
“Myrrdyn. Merlin,” he said quietly. “It’s about Merlin.”
“The Merlin of King Arthur? Merlin the Magician?” She smiled. “I didn’t know that.”
“He was not a magician,” Mark said, looked up at her and then stood up abruptly. He put the book in his pocket. “I will speak to Luke about this. If you decide to accept his proposal, you will not want to live here, I take it. Where do you expect Luke to take you?”
“I don’t know.” She got up again. “He says the house in Scotland is his and this castle is yours. Why are you there and he’s here?”
“Things are not the same as they were before. The house in Scotland is mine. I live there with my wife.”
“Oh, right. You have a wife.” She shook her head. “Sister Meredith. Of course. You’ve really fucked things up, Sir Ramsay.”
“Watch your mouth, Miss Sinclair,” he drew a sharp breath. “It is unbecoming of a lady and a mother to speak thus.”
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