The Highlander's Touch (Highlander, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

“I can’t die now,” she whispered. “I haven’t even lived yet.”

One of the first lessons a warrior is taught is that denial of one’s circumstances only results in failure to recognize real danger.

Women and men have the same desires—at least they do until the priests have their go at the women and convince them it is shameful. What the priests should be saying is ‘choose well.’”

“Good night, Lisa. Sleep with the angels.” Her eyes stung from quick tears. It had been her mother’s nightly benediction: Sleep with the angels. But then he added words her mother never had: “Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms.”

“Sleep with the angels, my Brude queen,” he said softly. But come back. This devil needs you like he’s never needed anything before.

Feelings, emotions—they are neither right nor wrong. They cannot be assigned a value. Feelings are. By labeling a feeling wrong, you force yourself to ignore that feeling. And what you most need is to feel it, let it burn through you, then get on with life.

Occasionally, a mortal was born who could see both worlds, but those creatures were rare, and usually stolen quickly after birth by the Tuatha de Danaan, to minimize the risk. Ever since Manannán had given his people the drink of immortality and the Compact had been negotiated, the Tuatha de Danaan had been exceedingly cautious when treading in the world of man.

“It’s so easy,” Adam assured him. “It won’t hurt a bit, once you’ve said it for the first time. You’ll find it feels quite natural after a while.” Circenn nodded. “Then teach me. Teach me everything you know … Father.”