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I'm continuing with Eyes of the Seer, book two in The Derbfine Series. It's 1095 Ireland, where life is hard, love is passionate, and survival is never guaranteed. Our hero's point of view.
Not long after, Marcán finally settled himself on the garden bench. He nodded to the men who wandered past. Their arms around their smiling wives, who were no doubt relieved their husbands had survived another battle. Children skipped alongside them, laughing. Their loved ones had been there to greet them.
The thought made him feel more alone than he had in a long while.
“Mead?” It was one of the women from Oengus’s clan.
BLURB: In ancient Éire, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.
He wishes to prove himself…
Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her. She is desperate to escape… Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.