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“If one observes a rainbow, they may see the road through time. -Excerpt, Dragon Knight's Sword”
― Mary Morgan

“Once every hundred years, two souls are brought together through the veil of time. They are deemed the chosen ones by the Fae. Through their acts of kindness, generosity, and love to others, they often neglect to find their one true love. Their devotion to aiding others blinds them to their own happiness, leaving them alone.
Time is fleeting and only the strongest and purest of heart will be able to capture the spark of love. If the ember ceases to grow, then on the stroke of midnight on the Winter Solstice the two lovers will be returned to their own time. The doors of past and present to be closed forever.
In this year, 2016, the Fae have chosen Cormac Blaine Murray and Eve Catherine Brannigan to receive this special blessing – a chance of love – everlasting.
When the light of true love whispers in their hearts, Cormac and Eve must trust and believe in the magic that brought them together before the sands of time vanish into the mists of the Highlands.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“well. Warmth instantly cloaked her as they responded”
― Mary Morgan, Dragon Knight's Medallion

“There is no rock that the stream won’t change.” Titling”
― Mary Morgan, Dragon Knight's Sword

“The difference between justice and righteousness is often times blurred.”
― Mary Morgan, Dragon Knight's Sword

“They say that Ireland and Scotland were once joined, until a dragon’s tail smashed onto the land and separated them in two.”
― Mary Morgan, Dragon Knight's Sword

“Until the mists descend and I depart from this life to the next, you shall have a part of me. I weave my love freely – heart to soul, soul to heart.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“The Tuatha De Danann, the people of the Goddess Danu, were one of the great ancient tribes of Ireland. They were also known as the Shining Ones, or the Fae. According to a significant manuscript, the Annals of the Four Masters, it states that they ruled Ireland from 1897 B.C. to 1700 B.C. Although, many believe they dwelled within the land thousands of years before the first recorded evidence was documented.
Over time, the race vanished. Many believe they descended within the hills, streams, and mountains of Ireland.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“To undo a injustice, he stood the risk of losing the one woman who had captured his heart.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“We don’t change our minds. I was led to another path of light.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“Let me show ye how a kiss can burn the blood in your body. And how a touch can send tremors coursing through your skin.”
― Mary Morgan, A Highland Moon Enchantment

“I will not force ye, Eve, but ken this… I want ye like no other. ‘Tis an aching need and grows with each passing day. Ye speak of torment, but mine burns.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“So deep in his thoughts, he did not notice Fingal veering off the main road until the lass let out a giggle. She had the most musical sound, and he found himself smiling. Guiding his horse back to the path, he could hear his men doing their best to contain themselves. A glance back confirmed William was coughing loudly and Gordon trying his best not to fall off his horse.
“I swear Fingal, I am tempted to trade ye in for another horse. Ye must be going blind, or worse, old.”
His horse let out a large snort.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“Ye cannae leave.”
“Why?” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder at Cormac. “Tell me why I can’t leave and go home?”
“Truth?”
“Yes, dammit!”
“Because your home has yet to be discovered. Ye have crossed the veil of ages into the year 1207.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“Did ye not mention a game last week?”
“Aye, but my duties have kept me away.”
Alastair choked on his mead. “Ye have none.”
― Mary Morgan, A Highland Moon Enchantment

“Ailsa had made up her mind that the man she would marry must steal the breath from her lungs, make her skin tingle with his touch, and consider her an equal when it came time for her to rule the island. Her heart yearned for love, and she would settle for nothing less.”
― Mary Morgan, A Highland Moon Enchantment

“Taking Eve’s face in her hands, she said, “Enjoy your trip to Scotland, my friend. I love you. Who knows, you may fall in love with a Highlander.”
Eve burst out laughing. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels.”
“They’re good for the soul and heart.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“The art of the Celts and their spirals are pathways to one’s journey in life. No beginning and no ending.”
― Mary Morgan, Dragon Knight's Sword

“Ivy slumped back against the cabinet doors. “What land have I fallen into?”
Erin extended her arms wide. “Why a land filled with faeries, leprechauns, and Irish people with the gift of sight.”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “A strange land… this Ireland.”
Both women burst out in hysterical laughter.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“One kiss,” he murmured against her cheek. The tight knot within him begged for release.
She swallowed. “I…do… don’t know.”
“I will nae beg for one, Eve.” He nuzzled the skin below her ear, making him crave her even more.
“Yes,” she whispered.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“For those that long to return to Neverland…”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“Prologue
When the ancient bards wove the tale of the great O’Quinlan clan in Navan, Eire, they foretold of destinies that would forever change the lives of these noble warriors.
One might deem that it all began with the eldest male, yet, the story began with the youngest – a daughter. To protect Fiona O’Quinlan from the enemy of their clan, her brother, Desmond, sought out a Fenian Fae Warrior to escort her to safety during a fierce battle.
However, as with any request to the Fae, all did not go as Desmond wished. The Fae had already set in motion their own plan, and their sister was sent to another time.
The O’Quinlan clan would not be reunited with Fiona for many years. When they were, they were told her fate was destined with another – Alastair MacKay, a feared, and battle-scarred Dragon Knight. Though Desmond and his brothers eventually accepted their sister’s love for the MacKay, Desmond harbored lingering doubts over the match.
And as one year bled into the next, Desmond’s anger at the MacKay grew.
Unbeknown to Desmond, his time had come to fulfill the bardic prophecy and take his place as a ruling warrior. Furthermore, in order to step forward on his journey, he must relinquish the fury of the past and open his heart and mind to only one emotion.
Love.”
― Mary Morgan, A Highland Moon Enchantment

“His fingers trailed a path on her skin down her back. “Have I found a pleasure spot?” he asked while tugging her gown free from her shoulders.
Eve glanced over her should. The look she gave him pierced his soul. “Everywhere you touch give me pleasure.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“Usually, Eve didn’t like men with long hair. Nope, she preferred her men clean cut and shaven. However, the moment this man stepped into her path, she couldn’t stop staring at him. Her breathing became shallow and the air thick. Eve thought a Celtic God had appeared out of thin air.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“His stomach growled as he sought out the kitchens, nodding to a passing guard.



The smell of baking hit him as he rounded the long corridor to the kitchens. Closing his eyes, Duncan inhaled the aroma. “Damson tarts.”



The plum and currant tarts were a favorite of his and he smiled inwardly knowing Moira had not only prepared them for the feast of Samhain, but for him, too.



His stomach rumbled, and he quickened his pace.



Duncan’s heart slammed inside his chest at the vision before his eyes when he entered the kitchens. One of the tables was laden with many tarts, yet it was the scene in the corner by the fire which undid him. He leaned against the wall for support and gazed upon the beauty.



Brigid was slumped in a chair with plum juice staining her hands and mouth. In her lap curled up against her was Nell—both sound asleep. A slight snore escaped from Brigid, and Duncan smiled.”
― Mary Morgan, Dragon Knight's Sword

“There are those who say fairytales do not exist.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“I will take you here upon the land – in the light. The grass will be your bed and the flowers your pillow. Your pleasure shall be mine.” His hand moved under her dress to skim her thighs. “And mine will be yours.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“Pluck the petals from the flower, mix with a drop of honey, add a splash of tears, and give to your lover on Yule.”
― Mary Morgan, A Magical Highland Solstice

“Her body swayed to a different rhythm. One as old as time. She didn’t care if they’d only met. All she could think of was the man in front of her. He oozed raw masculinity, even when he walked. Powerful. Intense. And Ivy desired him – to taste his full lips. Her only fear would be, if one kiss were not enough.”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior

“Do we choose love, or does it seek us out?”
― Mary Morgan, Quest of a Warrior