A Lost Touch of Paradise
Chapter One
Toraig Village, The Highlands 1195
Iosobal stared down at the flames licking her heels in disbelief. She looked out
over the crowd of villagers. A sea of angry, fearful faces glared back at her.
"Burn her!" a grim-faced man yelled.
Next to him, an apple-cheeked, young woman's face twisted in hate. "Be gone,
spawn of the devil," she shouted.
"I did nothing wrong," Iosobal hollered over the crackling of the flames beneath
her. The villagers had tied her hands behind her around a stout branch. Her feet rested
atop a mountain of kindling.
A man walked toward her, his eyes burning with condemnation. "You are a
witch."
"I healed the child. I helped him." By Saint Brigid, why were they doing this to
her? She had only sought to help the poor boy, his leg crushed by an uncontrollable
horse.
In one moment, the boy's mother offered thanks, and in the next the villagers
dragged her to this pyre.
Behind her accuser, she spied the boy. His face held the same disbelief she felt.
His mother tugged at him, ... read full excerpt from A Lost Touch of Paradise ebook
