Irish Moon by Amber Scott

Author:Amber Scott
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: historical romance, highland romance, templar knights, templar, paranormal romance, highlander, fantasy, irish romance, templars, bloodstone, northern ireland scottland romance, medieval romance, romance and adventure, magic cats, romance historical, historical suspence romance, druid, highlands historical fiction, templar knight templars knights templar sword swords assassin assassins mystic mystics alchemists fantasy romance adventure, highlands historical fiction macleod medieval scotland scottish, historical druid romance, pagan, romance author, fantasy adventure, highlands, magic, highland romance paranormal romance scottish romance time travel love story magic celtic romance scotland, fantasy action, templar knight, fantasy romance, amber scott
Publisher: Amber Scott
Published: 2011-05-27T21:08:00.790006+00:00

Finn would have said this was obvious, that she always missed the obvious. Now was her chance to keep her eyes open, as well as her mind, and live up to the calling Heremon had trusted her worthy of. She took a cleansing breath.

“My dearest Breanne, I pray this letter reaches you safely as I will not be here to ensure it does. I know not my killer or his weapon of choice, but be assured that I face both readily and without fear. Trust that he will expose his true self to you and prepare for it.

“My death is not the reason for this letter, however. Life is. The lives of Tir Conaill, the lives of all of Ireland, are tied to your destiny and fulfilling it. A stranger has come to us and he holds the key to the future I refer to. You will know him when you see him by trusting your inner voice. He is on a journey of his own, which you must help him carry out. Your lives are inextricably linked and have been foretold of.

“Protect him, Breanne. See his quest rewarded.”

Breanne placed the letter back into the book and held it open in her lap. “These inscriptions are encoded to tell us where this chest lays.”

“It is what I seek.”

“Although you seem certain it is what you lost, I should point out that this page is quite old. Should you look again to ensure that we don’t hunt the wrong object?”

“How old is quite old?” Ashlon reached for the book.

“Based on its placement within the pages in the center half, penned chronologically I would estimate a few decades. I will need to study the book further to ascertain a more exact timeframe.”

“Impossible. I only arrived a fortnight ago, no more. You must be wrong.”

“I’m not wrong,” Breanne said. “If you look for yourself you can see the aging variation within the pages themselves. Heremon began at each end and worked inward as is customary for a text of this kind.”

“I see no difference.” Ashlon paged from the rear, to the front and reverse. He shook his head. “Perhaps he skipped about, or missed a page?”

“He did not, but it makes little difference of when he drew it, so long as you can distinguish that it is the chest you seek and not, definitely not another.”

“Have I not stated this fact?”

“There is no need to get annoyed, Sir Sinclair—.”

“Ashlon. Please, call me Ashlon. The knighthood you refer to leaves a bad taste and I prefer the informal whenever possible.”

“As I said.” Breanne lifted her chin. “Becoming annoyed with me will do little to aid your task. I am only attempting to help.”

“You may help….” He took a breath, eyes closed. “You may help by translating the bordering script. I am certain the drawing matches. Please.” His eyes locked to hers, his mouth set.

She didn’t know why the look in his eyes burned her so badly, but she had the inclination to stand right up and leave him there.

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