Glen of Loch Trool. Spring 1808.
Davina McKie is a bonny lass of seventeen, as clever as they come and a gifted musician. Unable to speak since childhood, she is doted on by her belligerent younger brothers, Will and Sandy, who vow to protect their silent sister.
When the lads are forced to depart the glen, Jamie McKie intends to brighten his daughter’s summer by escorting Davina to the Isle of Arran. Her cousins make her welcome at the manse, and the parish delights in hearing their talented fiddler.
But when she catches the eye of a handsome young Highlander on Midsummer Eve, sheltered Davina is unprepared for the shocking events that follow.
A timeless story of passion and revenge, of lost innocence and shattered dreams, Grace in Thine Eyes explores the sorrow of unspeakable shame and the gift of immeasurable grace.
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Grace in Thine Eyes
No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May.
WI L L I A M SHAKESPEARE
Glen of Loch Trool
Davina McKie dropped to her knees on the grassy hillock, letting
her shawl slip past her shoulders despite the sharp chill in the air.
The silent glen stood draped in a pearl gray mist, the rugged peaks of
Mulldonach mere shadows edged in copper, hinting at dawn.
A smile stole across her face. Her brothers were nowhere to be seen.
Davina swept her fingers over the cool, wet grass, then lightly patted
her cheeks and brow, touching her nose for good measure. If the
May dew banished her freckles, as the auld wives promised, she would
gladly wash her face out of doors every morning of the year. Never mind
that the ruddy spots matched her bright mane of hair; ferntickles were
better suited to a child’s complexion. After seventeen years, Davina was
quite ready to be done with them.
She sat up and rearranged her drooping crown of daisies, meant to
safeguard her from brownies, bogles, and other uncanny creatures that
roamed the land on Beltane, then started to her feet when a familiar
voice rose from the fog.
“On May Day, in a fairy ring!” Her brother William. There was no
mistaking his baritone. His twin, Sandy–only their mother called him
Alexander–would not be far behind.
Ah, well. Davina spun round to greet them.
Two shaggy heads, black as midnight, emerged from the mist. A
year younger than she, the twins were in every way identical, from their
dark brown eyes to their broad chests and muscular backs. “Like stags,”
their mother had once