Dear kindred spirit... A little excerpt from my novel for young hearts of all ages, read « a little clumsily but with heart » as Malcolm plays the violin... The first chapter is nestled between the pages of the autumn Forget Me Not Chronicle... Have an enchanted weekend...
She pressed the sight into her heart as if she could carry it with her always, wondering if, in the new land, other trees might take root and grow with her. She whispered goodbye to Jamie, to the hills, to the land that had shaped her first years. Then, with her parents at her side, she stepped on the road toward the sea, where another life waited beyond the horizon(...)
This is the story of Hazel MacRae...
