Medieval Monday - Dragon Knight's Sword by Mary Morgan

DRAGON KNIGHT'S SWORD
by Mary Morgan

Duncan Mackay will do anything to lift the curse from his family – even forfeit his own life. But his plans change when he encounters the woman from his dreams, literally. She is from the future, somehow has his lost sword, and can talk to the Dragon that is able to lift his family’s curse.

Brigid O’Neill has spent her life listening to the mythological legends from Ireland and Scotland. So, when an ancient sword lands at her doorstep and she starts dreaming of a rugged Highlander, she drops everything and takes on a quest that will alter everything she believes.

Before their journey ends, not only will Duncan and Brigid battle an ancient curse, they must also find the courage to believe in the destiny that brought them together.

Excerpt:

He stood next to the waterfall. Beads of water glistened from his dark locks.

Brigid watched as they trailed down his chiseled torso, traveling down to where his tartan was wrapped low on his waist. The wind whipped at the folds of his plaid, the power coiling within and around him, as mystical as the land he stood on.

“Ancient warrior,” she uttered softly.

When she looked up into his eyes, they smoldered with desire, and it startled her. A sensual shiver ran through her, wanting to be crushed within his embrace. The raw desire to be in this man’s arms, touching and tasting him, was so potent, she could feel her heart hammering inside her chest.

He tilted his head to the side, as if studying his prey.

Brigid didn’t know if she should run or step into his massive arms.

He took a step toward her, and her pulse quickened. The very air around her seemed electrified. He then took another…and another, until he stood
merely inches in front of her.

Her breathing became labored, as he bent his head leaning close to her ear. She was engulfed in a sensual haze wanting his lips to touch her anywhere and put an end to her torture. His mouth was so close, she could feel a dark lock of his hair against her cheek, and she shuddered.

“Bring me back my sword,” he growled into her ear.

Brigid’s eyes flew open, clutching the sheets as the last fragments of her dream faded.

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What would medieval people think about our camping conveniences?

Since my family is taking a break to go camping over Easter weekend, I thought I'd take a break from blogging about the details of writing historical novels and think about it from the other direction so to speak.  I often wonder what people from days of yore would think of all the modern conveniences we enjoy.

Now, when I say we are going camping, I mean in an RV.  We tried true tent camping with our two kids once, and once was enough!  Anyway it is an old RV - no television, no slide-outs, no satellite internet.  Yet I can only imagine how amazing it would be for a person from even two hundred years ago to see it, not to mention a person from the 800s, to see it!  Just the refrigerator and running hot water would be enough to astonish them.  Add the plentiful food we did not have to grow, butcher and preserve; that we have bright lights with the flick of a switch; and the fact that we can turn a key to start an engine to move our little home on wheels and I would guess a visitor from the past would think he/she had landed on a different planet.

It is interesting to me that many of us who really enjoy all the modern conveniences of life still like to return to simpler times.  We find true relaxation spending an evening around the campfire instead of around the TV.  We rediscover kinship with the people right in front of us instead of typing away to our Facebook friends and Twitter followers (@jillhughey).

I wonder if that is why we love historical fiction so much?  It is like going on a little camping trip to the past without all the danger and deprivation.

Is there any character in a historical novel that you would be willing to change places with?