A curse and its journey
Disfigured, neglected, and feared, such is Beathan's life,
unless his affliction finds one for whom it is a blessing
A novel of unfamiliar history: Spring, 1860: Isle of Skye
“He is taller than most on the island, though not remarkably so, and blue eyes and yellow hair are common enough. He might even pass for handsome from what can be seen above the scarf. Even as a babe his mother had him cover his face. It stopped folks staring at the blood-red splash across his cheek, the Devil’s Hand as they called it; though it did not stop them crossing themselves behind mother's back. He wears it still, even here where none can see, for he knows his mark is unhallow.”
Prince William, heir to the crown of Scotland and Angaland, is violently killed. How and why are unknown, though rumours abound of Russian and Irish plots. Fearing scandal those closest to the crime keep silent, for nothing shall disturb the Royal House of Stuart.
Only one man determines to discover the truth. William's uncle, Lord MacDonald of Skye who travels south to Winchester to attend his nephew's funeral.
Nineteen lives interconnect as Beathan's curse seeks the one whom it may bless, revealing their thoughts, deeds and memories, and a world both familiar, and strange.