The Apothecary's Burden
The Highlands did not care if you lived or died. They stood in their ancient indifference, green and grey beneath a sky that could be either beautiful or terrible, and the people who clung to their slopes learned early to ask nothing of the land and to expect less in return. Ewan MacAllister was twenty-eight when the snow came early that autumn, white and thick as wool, burying the heather and...
0 Commentaires 0 Parts 4 Vue 0 Aperçu