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The USA Today Bestselling Highland Bound series continues in Book Five -- Highlander Undone.
Continue Ewan and Shona's tale... And find out what happened to Rory!
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Excerpt:
Present
Day
Everything was loud. Very loud.
Rory MacLeod resisted the urge to cover his
ears as he slowly stood and turned in a circle.
The smells… They were from another world.
Smoke, but not like that of the peat fires he was used to. Cooking, but oddly
oily. And ale. He smelled that, too.
Searing pain seeped through Rory’s head, from
one end to the next. He reached up to touch his temples, rubbing at the
sensitive flesh covering his skull.
What in bloody hell happened?
He blinked opened his eyes to see that the
world was dark, but not.
The sky above his head was black, dotted with
a few sparkling stars and the occasional wisp of a cloud. But it should be
completely dark, and yet the world seemed lit up by lights.
Shite.
He was back.
Suddenly on alert to what he thought might
have happened, the pain in Rory’s head grew, but he shoved it aside. Leaping to
his feet, his leather boots thunked on the stone walkway. He reached for his
sword at his hip, but it was gone, and he sort of remembered having yanked it
from the scabbard when he’d first started to travel, believing he was under
attack.
With a glance up and down the street, he took
in the looming city buildings, and the lights that shone artificially inside
and out. People were laughing and chatting. Carriages—nay automobiles?—whizzed
past. There was an occasionally shouted, “Wanker!”
Turning slowly, he made out Edinburgh Castle,
lit up in blue on the north side of the Royal Mile.
Dressed in his traditional Highland garb, he
wouldn’t be out of place with the other men who paraded themselves for these
oddly modern people wearing the strangest clothes he still couldn’t fully
fathom—and this his second journey here. Their limbs were covered in fabric. It
was neither hot nor cold.
Journey. Lord, but that word made it sound so normal.
So usual for a man from the year 1541 to pass through time and land here, on
the cold stone, five hundred some odd years in the future.
HIGHLANDER UNDONE © 2016 Eliza Knight.
