By Liz Curtis Higgs
SHE misplaced every thing SHE LOVED.HE HAD every little thing SHE NEEDED.BUT might SHE locate THE braveness TO belief HIM?Stepping from a battered trainer on a wet April eve, newly widowed Elisabeth Kerr needs to start back, with no husband or name, estate or fortune. She is unafraid of labor and proficient with a needle, yet how will she sew jointly the tattered remnants of her lifestyles? And who will mend her middle, torn asunder via betrayal and deception? Elisabeth has no longer come to Selkirk by myself. Her partner's mother, Marjory Kerr, is a lady undone, having buried her husband, her sons, and any promise of grandchildren. established upon cousin with meager assets, Marjory dreads the long run virtually up to she regrets the prior. but pleasure nonetheless comes knocking, and desire is frequently present in unforeseen places. Then a priceless hero steps ahead, rekindling a spark of desire. Will he hazard his popularity to protect girls categorized as traitors to the Crown? Or will a filthy rich good looks, untainted by means of scandal, catch his affections? The heartrending trip of the Kerr ladies involves an excellent end in Mine Is the evening, a glowing gem of redemption and recovery set in eighteenth-century Scotland.
Read Online or Download Mine Is the Night PDF
Best historical books
MY BODYGUARDYears in the past, a mysterious girl replaced her id and opened a strong point provider of bodyguards referred to as security agencies, Incorporated…Abbie Callahan agreed to impersonate Olivia Simons Cameron to aid a guy she favorite defend the spouse he cherished. Now she came upon herself stuck in an internet of lies and special by way of a madman.
Sir Phillip knew that Eloise Bridgerton was once a spinster, and so he’d proposed, figuring that she’d be homely and unassuming, and greater than a bit determined for a suggestion of marriage. other than . . . she wasn’t. the gorgeous lady on his doorstep was once something yet quiet, and whilst she stopped conversing lengthy adequate to shut her mouth, all he desired to do used to be kiss her .
The identify Daniel Boone inspires a dead ringer for an illiterate, coonskin cap-wearing patriot who settled Kentucky and killed numerous Indians. The shortage of surviving autobiographical fabric has allowed tellers of his tale to style a Boone in their personal liking, and his delusion has advanced in numerous tales, biographies, novels, poems, and work.
This autobiography lines Shrum's beginnings on a southern Ontario farm, via his institution and college years in Toronto, his amazing educational occupation at UBC and his post-retirement careers as chancellor of Simon Fraser college, head of B. C. Hydro, Robson sq., and the Vancouver Museum.
Additional resources for Mine Is the Night
Marjory sighed inwardly. Had she ever been so young? “ ’Tis good we bade the Hedderwicks farewell in Galashiels,” Elisabeth said. ” Marjory scoffed. ” The father and son who’d traveled south with them from Edinburgh had boasted endlessly of their Jacobite sympathies, though neither had been willing to bear arms for Prince Charlie. Unlike my brave sons. As Marjory tucked her handkerchief inside her sleeve, Donald’s parting words echoed in her heart: May I count on you to look after Elisabeth? Naturally Marjory had promised to do so, never imagining a day when she’d have no home and no gold.
She swallowed her pride, her fear, her shame. ” Seven Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man’s day. JAMES GRAHAME lisabeth gazed down at her mother-in-law, her heart near to bursting. How brave you are, dear Marjory. “Shall you preach this morn’s sermon, Mrs. ” a male voice thundered. They both turned to find the parish minister glaring at them from his lofty pulpit. A tall, stooped man of perhaps seventy years, he wore a plain black robe and a stern expression. Marjory quickly recovered, drying her tears.
Marjory paused at the mouth of the close, taking it all in. Folk streamed past them on foot and on horseback. Dogs and chickens wandered about as they pleased. Pigs rooted through rubbish piled by the sides of houses, and the cobbled streets had no proper drains. Structures that were new in the sixteenth century were showing their age, with broken shutters and ill-fitting doors. Still, this was home. However common the streets and buildings of Selkirk, the rolling countryside beyond the town gates soothed the eye.
Mine Is the Night by Liz Curtis Higgs