Macatty Publishing

Angels of Scotland Can Do No More

~GHOSTS, BATTLES, WARRIORS, LOVE, AND LUST AN EPIC LOVE ADVENTURE DRAPED IN THE GLORIOUS PAGEANTRY OF THE AGE OF KNIGHTS AND CHIVALRY

   ''You are in France now, and as you well know, divorce can be had for a price.” Celeste smirked.

    “... I know more than you think, and even as a friend, Martel would be better than that elusive golden Unicorn you call a husband. Saints, Anna, ghosts appear more frequently than Braddon.“

   Angelic visions of an ancient hermit, ghostly visions of past realms, a strange castle thief exposed: Medieval France relentlessly entangles Anna of Gildevon in its enchanted tapestry. Elusive as the unicorn, magnificent Braddon of Blackfell has left Anna alone too long, while he wages battles against the English and his heart. Amidst the silken swirl and pompous pageantry of the medieval joust, death comes to some and hope to others, as the threads of intrigue and courtly betrayal fray secret alliances and threaten the very destruction of Castle White Swan.

   A fetid pit sets Braddon on a strange path to fame and lusty encounters, while autumn swans lead Anna to mystical love. Throughout it all, the passion that once held Braddon and Anna together becomes hopelessly unraveled. But, the prophecies of the Highland witches have yet to be fulfilled, and the Fates continue to weave strange tales of Scottish Kings, Norwegian pirates, and others risen from the past.

   Filled with the blood and breath of battle, and the turmoil of unbridled love, the forth saga of the Gildevon Chronicles entraps the reader in an epic adventure amidst the thunderous drama of the Hundred Years' War.

Gildevon Chronicles IV :

Gildevon Chronicles

“When mad kings die When white owls fly When bold knights sigh And harlots cry Then you will be with him.

When Valois and Plantagenet wed When two crowns rest upon one head When French dukes bring Badenoch to bed With the pride of Scotland’s glory dead, Then you will be with him.

When Highland feet tread marble halls When Welsh arrows fly from Gallic walls When Viking fortresses to ruin fall When at last love’s true words you call, Then you will be with him.”