✰ 3 stars ✰
“Discreet we must be, but mark my word, Mael Caluim, we will be.”
And with these fateful words, twenty-five-year-old Ailil promises a future where even death would not prevent him from reuniting from his lost love, Malcolm. To wager life against the hope of a Druid's spell - to awaken when the chance of love returns - to believe that love can come back - no matter how long the wait may be - with only his music lingering in the echoes of his violin - traces of the memories that they created - the forgotten whispers of a heartbreak etched forever - waiting for someone to heal the wounds dealt to his heart. 🥺
Sounds appealing, doesn't it?
“What would it be like to give in to temptation, to experience firsthand being held, being loved?”
I adored the beginning. 💛💛 1758 and love between two men forbidden & warned against. A romance between an Englishman and a Scot - highly unthinkable. But, when Malcolm arrives to tutor Ailil's younger brothers, the desire is too tempting to ignore, when the attraction is simmering between the two between games of the Fox and the Chase, and the violin lessons that play the notes of their unsaid emotions - a Duet that spoke of a love that could transcend time. 🤌🏻🤌🏻 Ailil who boldly wears a kilt as a second skin, who sees his duty as the future Lord is tested in his fierce longing for this gentle, but passionate redhead who swayed the melodies of his heart in ways he cannot fathom.
Malcolm's innocence and purity was a sharp contrast to the Highlander's tempestuous emotions, but how they fell in love - however brief - felt real. 'Aillil now realized he’d been right to suspect Malcolm of thievery, for the Englishman had snuck in and stolen his heart.' 🥹 It was such a unique part of their relationship. Malcolm, who fled persecution in fear of being outed, finally found a tether to the one who did not fear who he was, yet scorned Malcolm for what he represented. And yet - they surprised one another - in more ways than one.
“What’s it like? Is it all the poets say? Is it worth dying for?”
“Not in my experience,” he replied after much deliberation.
“Then what’s the point?” Malcolm appeared crestfallen.
“I suppose if you truly cared for one another, it might be.”
Setting aside his pride by the charm of this compassionate soul, the two of them finally connected. Tenderly touched upon, but achingly soft, they gravitate towards one another in earnest, till forces not in their control tear them asunder. A love so fleeting, it feels surreal to lose it. 💔 My heart broke at Ailil's tears, and ached for his determination to find his way back. The bittersweet parting - the sadness that followed - sacrificing love in the name of honor and family duty - 'he was the laird; the clan must come first.' Captured in the fierce compulsion never to let go speaks of how desperate the flame stays lit to capture the tune once more that captured his heart. 🎻💞
The writing was a bit on the simplistic side for me; I understood how the time jumps were meant to capture how time was still slipping through their fingers for their destined reunion, but it wasn't as well-hashed out as I would have liked. 🙁 But, it was comforting to see familiar faces - old and new - return. To see how the hands of fate were still at play, fulfilling an ancient Druid spell's loyal wish of coming true. It felt like something inevitable was to happen, just not knowing when. And If I was to speak of the yearning - and the parallels the author drew to the characters of the past, and how a fateful Druid spell brought them all back together - that really spoke to me. The feeling that happiness was not fleeting - that even unto death, magic can still ignite. ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹
“The harmonies of two instruments tentatively touched then backed away like nervous lovers, only to rejoin, the joyous meeting of kindred souls.”
When concert violinist Billy Byerly arrives at Callaghan Castle, it feels like coming home, with dreams that speak of a life he once lived. That apprehension of whether or not the lover’s lonely vigil of Ailil's is finally over was so tangible - and so wanting to finally find his love again... It felt like everything in Billy's loveless life had led to this moment of bringing to life tunes that were not of his own making. 'The distinct sounds entwined and merged, the violins becoming lovers just as surely as the men who played them.' 🥺 And you could then feel the shift in the air - how unseen forces were at play; it was almost playful, and yet - certain. That this was it - but, would Billy recognize those cherished thoughts that were mere memories? The tension - the longing of a touch - the author played the build-up to their emotional reunion with a lovely ease that I felt. A sweet and beautiful reincarnation story of two souls who were torn apart by tragedy, but one who was determined to reunite with his love, no matter how long. 🤍 ❇️