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Zahvaljuju¿i tjelesnom izgledu, ¿armu i nezaboravnom blistavom osmijehu, Michael, poglavar klana MacKenzie, kod ¿ena je nizao uspjeh za uspjehom. Danas, u dvadeset i osmoj godini ¿ivota, vezao se uz jedinu koja mu je svojim ponäanjem ru¿ila laskavo mi¿ljenje o vlastitim osvajäkim sposobnostima.Meghan, k¿er poglavara klana MacLeana, uspje¿no je sprovodila svoj plan o izbjegavanju braka s nekim koga bi zbog toga morala skratiti za glavu. Na njezinu ¿alost, tom nastojanju se usprotivio, ni manje ni vi¿e, nego ¿kotski kralj Jakov IV.I tako se Meghan näla u braku s najgorim od svih kandidata.Premda joj nije bilo niti u primisli, rat je bio jedina opcija. Uostalom, bila je dobro naoru¿ana. Uz o¿tre zube imala je i veoma o¿tar no¿, a bome i jezik.Rat mo¿e po¿eti!

Kathleen Thompson Norris (July 16, 1880 - January 18, 1966) was an American novelist and newspaper columnist. She was one of the most widely read and highest paid female writers in the United States for nearly fifty years, from 1911 to 1959. Norris was a prolific writer who wrote 93 novels, many of which became best sellers. Her stories appeared frequently in the popular press of the day, including The Atlantic, The American Magazine, McClure's, Everybody's, Ladies' Home Journal, and Woman's Home Companion. Norris used her fiction to promote family and moralistic values, such as the sanctity of marriage, the nobility of motherhood, and the importance of service to others.

A Collection of Song Lyrics by David Rogers"The following lyrics are not so much proper poetry as words to music. They are mostly from personal experiences both awake and asleep. Also ideas from books and films seen. People and places are mostly fictional but not always. Any plagiarized line is unintentional."

"All morning the King had been restless, unappeasable, captious, with little relapses unto the immobility of deep thought, and those who knew him best were probing deeply both their conscience and their conduct. Had he sat aloof, quiet in the sunshine, his dogs sleeping at his feet, his eyes half closed, his hands, waxen, almost transparent, and bird's claws for thinness, spread out to the heat, those about him would have gone their rounds with a light heart. At such times his schemes were thoughts afar off, dreams of some new, subtle stroke of policy, and none within touch had cause to fear."