21 Quotes by Mary Morgan

Until the mists descend and I depart from this life to the next, you shall have a part of me. I weave my love freely – heart to soul, soul to heart.

Do we choose love, or does it seek us out?

We don’t change our minds. I was led to another path of light.

There are those who say fairytales do not exist.

Taking Eve’s face in her hands, she said, “Enjoy your trip to Scotland, my friend. I love you. Who knows, you may fall in love with a Highlander.” Eve burst out laughing. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels.” “They’re good for the soul and heart.

Pluck the petals from the flower, mix with a drop of honey, add a splash of tears, and give to your lover on Yule.

Usually, Eve didn’t like men with long hair. Nope, she preferred her men clean cut and shaven. However, the moment this man stepped into her path, she couldn’t stop staring at him. Her breathing became shallow and the air thick. Eve thought a Celtic God had appeared out of thin air.

One kiss,” he murmured against her cheek. The tight knot within him begged for release. She swallowed. “I…do… don’t know.” “I will nae beg for one, Eve.” He nuzzled the skin below her ear, making him crave her even more. “Yes,” she whispered.

Ye cannae leave.” “Why?” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder at Cormac. “Tell me why I can’t leave and go home?” “Truth?” “Yes, dammit!” “Because your home has yet to be discovered. Ye have crossed the veil of ages into the year 1207.