Spirit of Fire
Marjorie Bruce, newly-crowned Princess of Scotland and daughter of feared Scottish warrior King Robert the Bruce, is about to witness the English invasion into Scottish territory.
After the English military ambushes Marjorie and her stepmother, they take them to England. It is up to Archibald Douglas – one of the King’s men – to return Marjorie to her father without harm. With the help of friends along the way, Marjorie trains to become the finest warrior Scotland has ever seen.
She also learns secrets about her father’s legitimacy to the crown. Marjorie is about to find out what it means to be Scottish, and how important she is to the survival of the Scottish crown. But first, she needs to survive the war, and that will take all the courage and soldiers she can get.
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GENRE: Historical fiction (Scottish)
PRINT LENGTH: 156 pages
PUBLICATION DATE: July 13th, 2016
FORMAT: Kindle, paperback
Excerpt from the book
This is not a diary; this is proof that my father was a hero.
A retelling, if you wish to call it that. But not a diary. I was young, and I still am, but sitting by the hearth now surrounded by what is left of my family, I ken the mistakes I have made, and I need you to understand what exactly happened to us, the Scottish, during the many years of English occupation.
My mother died in childbirth. I never got the chance to meet her because I was too busy screaming my way into this war-stricken world. I may have cried out for her, but my memory does not span that far back into my past. My father certainly cried for her, either in his sleep or in his mind. I might not have been able to see it, but I knew he was grieving. Every time he glanced at me.
Talk of the village was that I was the spitting image of my late mother. If anything, for much of my earlier life I was sure I resembled a rodent. My large front teeth were mostly to blame, but once my blossoming began my face moulded around them. If I remember correctly, that began around the age of three and ten years.
My father, Robert the Bruce, was laird of our clan at the time we joined the rest of the Highlanders in war. As a laird, he had been given the task of producing healthy male heirs to take his position once he passed. At the time of my mother’s death, I was the only child he had legitimately created. Elizabeth de Burgh became his second wife five years later, in a ceremony at a small parish church.