Child of the Mist Quotes

“Better to face bravely what God gives, to forget the past and forge on—for the good of all, MacGregor and Campbell alike.”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“sob rose in her throat, a mixture of hopelessness and abject terror. Yet still she fought him as the lake rose now to her waist. There was so little time left before he turned and pushed her beneath the water. So little time and nothing—absolutely nothing—she could do against his far greater strength. As he choked the breath from her, Anne’s hands gradually relaxed. Then Hugh shoved her into the cold, dark lake. From a place far removed, she screamed at herself to fight on, not to give up. With one last, superhuman effort, Anne twisted and bucked against him. Breaking the water’s surface, she”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“their”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“reivers as any other clan. I wouldn’t wish”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“Better to face bravely what God gives, to forget the past and forge on—”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“robe.”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“birth,”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“of”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“wedding.”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“she”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“These”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“woman,”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“Child of the Mist KATHLEEN MORGAN These Highland Hills Book 1”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“pain. Let me bear it. His grasp on her tightened, and he willed all the strength of his heart, his body, into hers. God forgive him, but he’d sacrifice the babe if only he could keep his bonny wife. How would he go on without her? She must live. She”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“For one final, exquisitely tender instant they clung to each other. Love, deep and bittersweet in this moment of truth, arced between them. Then there were hands, pushing them apart, drawing Niall away. “Yer pardon, m’lord,” came an anxious voice. “It’s time. It’s women’s work now. Step aside.”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“The tortured sounds followed Niall as he stumbled back to the hearth. Muted cries, choking sobs, mingled with the snapping, crackling clamor of the hungry fire. Time passed with lumbering slowness as Niall stared into the agitated flames, hearing it all from some place far away, even as the night’s horror charred its memory into his soul. Never had he hurt so, not from any wound in battle, not from . . . He paused. The sounds”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“The two men sipped their drinks silently, allowing Alastair a moment more to assess his visitor. The MacGregor tartan had been his idea. He wanted no one to suspect what was afoot. His guest’s face, however, was difficult to make out. Despite the fire’s warmth, the man seemed reluctant to remove the plaid from his head and”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“Campbell plaid.”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“I’ve enough problems to deal with at present. As hard-hearted as it may seem, I don’t need ye adding to them.”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist

“Hugh”
― Kathleen Morgan, Child of the Mist