“But the fire in the hearth? My success?” She gave him a small smile trying not to laugh but didn’t have the heart to tease him for long. “I was aware from the moment you gave me the dance shoes they were ordinary red dancing shoes. But that day you gave me what I needed.”
“A pair of used red slippers?” he said sarcastically.
“I needed to believe in myself as much as you believed in me. That’s when I knew I could do anything. That was the magic you gave me.”
He got out of his chair, lifted her up, and held her close.
“As above, so below. As within, so without. Magick mend and fire remedy—”
She put her finger on his lips.
“I swear my love to you for all eternity.” The fire flared as Cosette kissed him deeply. “So mote it be.”
The End
KNIGHT OF RUNES
BOOK ONE – THE DRUID KNIGHT SERIES
“Authors such as Ms. Casie have the ability to render movies completely useless. Her obvious gift with words allows you to see the sights, hear the sounds and to feel the breezes, allowing the reader to truly sink into the story…. Imagine Game of Thrones and Outlander having a love child, whose nanny was Jane Austen. Yes, I am serious. No, I am not kidding. It’s that good,”
Bottom Line: Grab your traveling coat, and escape with me to 17th-century England for some adventure, romance, and a little magic.”
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Knight of Runes by Ruth A. Casie
When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he's intrigued.
Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she's travelled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what's killing Arik's land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.
As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik's household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.
PROLOGUE
England
May 1605
Ishould not have stayed away so long.
Unable to shake the ominous feeling of being watched, Lord Arik kept the small group moving quickly. On high alert, his eyes continually swept the underbrush bordering the rain-slicked forest trail. He and his three riders escorted the wagon with the old tinker and the woman quickly through the forest. At length, he slowed the pace, the horses winded as they neared the Stone River.
“The forest is flooded,” he said. “I suspect the Stone will be as well. Willem, ride ahead and let me know what we face at the crossing.”
Willem did his lord’s bidding and quickly returned with his report. “The river ahead runs fast, m’lord. The bridge is in ruins and cannot be crossed.”
Arik raised his hand and brought the group to a halt. “We must make repairs Doward,” he said to the old tinker, “there’s no room for the wagon at the river’s edge. You and the woman stay here and set up camp. Be ready to join us at the bridge when I send word.”
Logan, Arik’s brother, spoke up. “I’ll keep watch here and help Doward and Rebeka.”
Arik nodded and, with the others, continued the half mile to the bridge. “I am not pleased with this new delay.”
“It can’t be helped, m’lord,” Simon said. “We would make better time without the wagon.”
“We cannot leave Doward and the woman in the forest on their own, not with what we’ve heard lately. We’ll have to drive hard to make up the lost time,” Arik said as they came to the crossing.
The frame of the bridge stood solid, but the planks were scattered everywhere, clogging the banks and shallows. Arik leapt from his horse onto the frame to begin the repairs. “Hand me that planking.” Arik pointed to the nearest board.