Andrew Neil Macleod > Quotes

“A common misconception is that leprosy causes the body to decay, but that is most emphatically not the case. Leprosy kills the nerve endings, rendering the sufferer insensible. These sores, lesions and missing extremities are a result of repeated injuries, or infections caused by unnoticed wounds; much in the same way an opium addict might chew off his own tongue or burn himself by sitting too close to the fire.”
― Andrew Neil Macleod, The Fall of the House of Thomas Weir

“Views across the rugged Cairngorms and the distant grey band of the North Sea respectively. The slate grey ocean sparkled silver where the sun touched it's crested waves, and they could juct make out the billowing white sails of various sailing vessels coming to and from the port of Aberdeen”
― Andrew Neil Macleod, The Stone of Destiny

“On the third morning the storm passed over, leaving tattered fragments of cloud strewn across the sky like corpses on a battlefield. Crows congregated on the edges of waterlogged fields, while the faint sound of thunder reverberated across the sea like distant cannon fire.”
― Andrew Neil Macleod

“Outside, the wind blew furiously, or rather sucked; for what is wind but a howling of air rushing in to inhabit a void? It moaned down the lum with a thousand voices, it rattled the doors in their frames, it shook the trees, and lifted slates clean off the roof. The murmuring among the servants was that the Bean Sidhe was abroad: a wild and tempestuous spirit that appeared whenever death was near.”
― Andrew Neil Macleod, The Stone of Destiny

“Who are those two playing cards?’ whispered Johnson, rolling his eyes at two members playing a high-stakes game of piquet at a neighbouring table.”
― Andrew Neil Macleod, The Fall of the House of Thomas Weir

“The well was now belching smoke, illuminated from some hellfire below, and for one breathless moment Boswell was reminded of Faust, and the hush that descends before Mephistopheles himself emerges from a hidden trapdoor centre stage.”
― Andrew Neil Macleod, The Fall of the House of Thomas Weir