Chapter OneJanuary 1813
If they caught her, she would die.
"Damn ye, where are ye?"
The disembodied voice sounded eerily close. That it reached her ears at all over the roaring of the surf terrified her. They were near. The knowledge goaded her to greater speed despite the treacherous nature of the path underfoot. She had to keep moving....
" 'Twill be the worse for ye, ye little besom, once I get me hands on ye again."
The voice came from almost directly overhead. Daring a quick glance upward, Claire saw that the chilly white saucer of a moon had risen just high enough in the sky to be visible...