“Here, ye read it, ye wasted enough time learnin’ t’ read,” she grumbled. Sofia took a deep breath, biting back a reminder that she was taught to read by the same man her mother had refused, but now was not the time. Her eyes raced down the page, stopping at the laird’s seal at the …
“I don’t want to be tacksman.” Robert enunciated every word, his voice rising. “I don’t want your job, bowing obsequiously to the stinking laird and his despicable sons. I won’t do it.” “Ye will.” Lytton’s voice, steel-edged. “I won’t. Don’t you see, Da? Soon there won’t be any tacksmen. Year by year, they’re being replaced …
Jetpack, ah Jetpack. When you remove a plugin, thinking you don’t need it… what a mistake that might be! I’ve been posting more regularly than ever before, and no notifications have been going out, so if you want to see what I’ve been sharing with you lately… and you haven’t seen, read on down the …