Written by: Anne Hawkinson Murtagh is a man who makes you feel safe, no matter the circumstance. He stands quietly (for the most part) in the background, surveying the situation, alert to any potential danger. He’s got your back, no matter what. He’s loyal to the end – underneath that scowl and tough exterior is…
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Written by: Anne K. Hawkinson Who is the man with the port wine stain on his hand? He knows something of the way carriages are constructed as he removes the pin from the wheel of Jared’s carriage, ensuring its breakdown later in the day. How does he gain access to the carriage so easily, without…
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Written by: Anne Hawkinson My mind jolted at Jamie’s reaction when Claire told him BJR was still alive. “That can’t be right,” I said. I was waiting for some sort of flashback (if not a Wentworth Prison scene, then some expression on Jamie’s face) of the physical and emotional abuse he suffered, and up to…
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Written by: Anne K. Hawkinson Jared’s home in Paris is fully staffed with capable and loyal (so we’re told) servants. We see them in every part of the house, attending to Claire, Jamie, and Murtagh’s every need. When they are not attending to their respective charges, they stand at quiet attention, within earshot of private, potentially…
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Written by: Anne K. Hawkinson “Not in Scotland Anymore” drew me into a web of deception, plotting, and lies. Who is friend and who is foe? One slip of the tongue, one conversation with the “wrong” person and it could all be for naught. I searched for a steady thread, a ballast of sorts, and…
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