A compelling tale of two Scotlands-one modern, one ancient-and the woman who parts the veil between them by Claire R. McDougall
Imagine, if you can, waking up one morning to find you have gone back in time. You find it is difficult to breathe and you might even start hyperventilating. You hear strange noises as you sit underneath an outcrop of stones wondering “if there be dragons”. You hear the sound of what might be Gaelic and hear what sounds like savages. Early human hunters are now climbing up the stone ridge not far from your hiding place. You suddenly realize, you are barefoot in your summer P.J.s, the ones that bought for a special occasion, rather sheer and lacy. The voices of the hunters are getting closer. You see them now! And, god save me, they see me. The hunters are tall, broadly muscled and near naked. You close your eyes and click your heels three times, knowing you are not in Kansas anymore.
The following description of A Veil in Time describes perfectly what this book is about.The medication that treats Maggie’s seizures leaves her in a haze, but it can’t dull her grief at losing her daughter to the same condition. With her marriage dissolved and her son away at school, Maggie retreats to a cottage below the ruins of Dunadd, once the royal seat of Scotland. But is it fantasy or reality when she awakens in a bustling village within the massive walls of eighth-century Dunadd? In a time and place so strange yet somehow familiar, Maggie is drawn to the striking, somber Fergus, brother of the king and father of Illa, who bears a keen resemblance to Maggie’s late daughter. With each dreamlike journey to the past, Maggie grows closer to Fergus and embraces the possibility of staying in this Dunadd. But with present-day demands calling her back, can Maggie leave behind the Scottish prince who dubs her mo chridhe, my heart?