"Quinn deftly matches up her dark, tortured hero with a strong-willed heroine who holds the key to his redemption in her latest boldly passionate, intrigue-rich historical romance. With its fascinating - and realistically bloody - 17th century Scotland setting and its realistically complex and unforgettable characters, Laird of the Mist is terrific." John Charles~ Reader To Reader
Mist Covered Mountains Of Home by Weavers of the Tartan/Scott Cawthon
Wallace Song by Clan Wallace
This Night by Black Lab
Celtic Mist Gypsy by Michael Flatley
The Heart Asks For Pleasure First by Michael Nyman
Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Uninvited by Alanis Morissette
Kashmir by Led Zeppelin
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Cast Of Characters Callum MacGregor/ Gerard Butler - Clan chieftain of the MacGregors of Skye
Kate Campbell/ Gillian Norris - granddaughter of the Ninth Earl of Argyll, Liam Campbell
Graham Grant/ Chris Capaldi - First commander and best friend of Callum MacGregor
Robert Campbell/ Daniele Liotti - Kate's brother and currently a knight of Kildun Castle under Duncan Campbell, Tenth Earl of Argyll
Angus MacGregor/ Nils Wærstad - Callum's cousin, warrior, and slave to Scotland's finest whiskey
Jamie Grant/ Derek Richardsson - Graham's younger brother, warrior, and a knight in the making
Brodie MacGregor - Callum's cousin, warrior, and the man who broke Angus's nose three times already
Maggie MacGregor - Callum's sister, and well, you'll just have to read the book to find out
Callum
Kate
Graham
Robert
Angus
Jamie
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Future contests will be held to pick Maggie and Brodie so stay tuned!
Christianne of PA sees Angus like this. Have your own version of one of Laird's characters? (Except Callum! He's Gerry!) Send them to me and I'll post them here.
Letter from Callum MacGregor
When ye're called the Devil, there isna much to prove to the world anymore save that the title is a deservin' one. I am an outlaw, a murderer, and a legend to be feared. I dinna seek fergiveness fer my many sins. My road to perdition has been long and my iniquities, too numerous and too savage fer redemption. There is naught in my soul but darkness, and I am driven by one purpose, to kill those who have created this beast no one dares call a man.
I wasna born from my mother's womb as such a detestable creature. I was formed in the dank dungeons of Kildun castle, home of my kin's lifelong enemies, the Campbells. Taken as a young lad by the Earl of Argyll after his men slaughtered everyone in my village, I was shackled to a wall and tortured fer my faither's crimes against the realm. My faither was an outlaw, as I am. His crime was refusin' to surrender his name durin' the MacGregor proscription. Mayhap, some would find my faither guilty. But I was sinless, as was my sister, who bore his punishment with me and grew to adulthood in the caverns of hell. It took many years, but we did escape. When all that made me human was finally stripped bare, I massacred Kildun's mighty garrison and fled north with my sister to the misty Isle of Skye. But I canna escape what I have become, and my hunger fer revenge against the Campbells is all I have left.
Fer six years now I have ridden forth from the obscure mists to exact payment fer that which was robbed from me, and from my clan. I have killed withoot sympathy, fer what does a devil know of mercy? Aye, I am a cold-hearted beast whose name alone strikes terror in the hearts of his enemies. Save fer one.
Kate Campbell is the granddaughter of the man who imprisoned me. A woman I should despise. I took her from her home with the intention to lure her uncle, the current Earl of Argyll, to me. I didna expect her to slice me with her blade, or to awaken a part of me I thought long dead with her saucy mouth and tantalizin' curves. But most of all, I wasna prepared to find atonement fer my sins in the bonny eyes of a Campbell lass. And now, instead of killin' my enemy, I must do all I can to keep her alive.
Callum MacGregor, clan chieftain of the MacGregors and laird of the mist.
December 2007
Camlochlin/Camasunary Bay in Scotland This is the breathtaking Camasunary Bay in Skye, Scotland, the place where Callum built his fortress, Camlochlin.(See those three grassy spots beneath the mountain range? Imagine Camlochlin right there) Camasunary is a secluded paradise beyond the cliffs of Elgol.
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Sir Walter Scott Poem:
The MacGregor Gathering
Sir Walter Scott
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalach!
Gather, gather, gather.
Our signal for fight, which from monarchs we drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful halloo.
Then halloo, halloo, halloo, Gregalach!
Halloo, halloo, halloo.
Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Kilchurn and her towers,
Glen Strae and Glen Lyon no longer are ours,
We're landless, landless, landless, Gregalach!
Landless, landless, landless.
But doomed and deserted by vassal and lord,
MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword.
Then courage, courage, courage, Gregalach!
Courage, courage, courage.
If they rob us of name and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame and their flesh to the eagles!
Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Gregalach!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance.
While there's leaves in the forest and foam on the river,
MacGregor despite them shall flourish forever.
Come then, Gregalach! Come then, Gregalach!
Come then, come then, come then.
Though the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
O'er the peak of Ben Lomond the galley shall steer,
And the rocks of Craig Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt.
Then halloo, halloo, halloo, Gregalach!
Halloo, halloo, halloo.