By Susan Fletcher
A breathtaking novel of ardour and betrayal in seventeenth-century Scotland, and the portrait of an unforgettable heroine accused of witchcraft.
February thirteen, 1692. Thirty-eight individuals of the MacDonald extended family are killed via squaddies who had formerly loved the clan's hospitality. Many extra die from publicity. 40 miles south, the fascinating Corrag is imprisoned for her involvement within the bloodbath. Accused of witchcraft and homicide, she awaits her dying. Lonesome, she tells her tale to Charles Leslie, an Irish propagandist who seeks info to sentence the Protestant King William, rumored to be considering the bloodbath. Hers is a narrative of ardour, braveness, love, and the magic of the wildlife. through telling it, she transforms either their lives.
As in her award-winning debut novel, Eve Green, Susan Fletcher exhibits that she is "a novelist with the soul of a poet" (Booklist). This deeply philosophical and dramatic booklet is set an epic old occasion and the variation a unmarried middle can make―how deep and lasting relationships can come from the main not going places.
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One was all pus and will only grow worse. He was no true doctor. And then there were the rest. The townsfolk from Inverary who just wanted to see—to see and smell a witch, a Devil’s whore. They threw stones through the bars at me. They pressed pennies into the gaoler’s hands, as they left, and handkerchiefs to their noses, and I reckon I’ve fed him well. He must have bought many bottles with what he’s made from that witch who was in that damned glen. She was there? In Glencoe? Aye. Saw it all, they say.
Mine? Why mine? There are others who, I’m sure, could tell you more. If you are after the truth of that night, of the snowy glen murders, then go to them that survived it. Go to them who live to bury those that do not, and ask for their stories. They know more than me, on many things—like who killed the MacIain, and who ran his wife through. Whose voice said find his damned cubs! Why mine? And here, too, is a question, Mr Leslie—why do you want to know at all? No one else has asked. No others care that so many people died in the glen.
I believe that part. I believe it, for I have seen souls lift up and move away. But not all deaths are peaceful. They are lucky, who get those. We do not get them. Peaceful deaths. Not us who have hag as a name. Why should we? When they say we worship the Devil and eat dead babes? When we steal milk by wishing it? We have no easy ends. For my mother’s mother, they used the ducking stool. All the town was watching as she bobbed like a holey boat, and then sank under. I imagined it, in my infant days—out in the marshes with the frogs and swaying reeds.