Loyalty

What About Murtagh?

Written by: Anne Hawkinson Murtagh is alwaysthere. Dependable, stable, loyal. You never have to wonder, you never have to doubt. He doesn’t push to the front or seek the limelight, like Dougal has on more than one occasion. And his reward is that he gets passed over, or passed by. “Prestonpans” proved it once again….

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When a Gift Becomes a Debt

Written by: Anne Hawkinson Jamie and Claire have found their way back to each other! Break out the port, whisky, or your beverage of choice for a celebratory drink! But wait. What? Hold the mental images of sex, tenderness, and re-connection. Jack Randall is back! Instead of two people caressing and canoodling, Claire and Jamie…

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If You Knew, Would You Tell?

Written by: Anne Hawkinson In “Best Laid Schemes,” Murtagh is finally told the secret Claire and Jamie have been keeping from him. But the timing of the reveal really threw me off.  Wait . . . what?? Claire has just given Jamie her smallpox potion, which means any second now he should be vomiting and…

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Murtagh Hits a Rough Spot

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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Lurking and Listening?

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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Murtagh As Ballast

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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