Ashes in the Wind
Kathleen E. Woodiwiss
a lady harassed through war...A surgeon torn among ardour and duty...A sweeping story of affection within the face of dishonor from the incomparable storyteller--Kathleen Woodiwiss.
Alaina MacGaren is compelled to escape the devastation of her place of origin within the guise of a tender boy, merely to discover sanctuary within the fingers of an enemy. Cole Latimer is a rushing Yankee medical professional who has served the Union faithfully, and his gentle center compels him to assist a ragged, blameless "lad" in need--never suspecting the rags hide a bewitching belle suspected of being a insurgent spy.
But Alaina's masquerade doesn't idiot Cole for lengthy. And the power, braveness, and breathtaking sensuality of this girl whom it might be treasonous to like units responsibility and hope at conflict inside him. but future has joined them for reliable or ill--and they either needs to keep on with the place their hearts may lead them, in the event that they are to construct an excellent new lifestyles jointly out of the ashes of the old.
I doubt that they’ve chanced on it,” Cole saw, wincing a bit on the burning discomfort of his wound. “It’s now not any of the Gillett clan,” Alaina mused aloud, wishing that the pair could carry the lantern greater so she may perhaps see their faces sincerely. “They’re going into the sturdy now.” “The stable!” Alaina sprang to the window, and her fears have been learned as she observed the sunshine of the lantern disappearing into an analogous outbuilding the place she and Saul had hidden the chest. “They’ll locate it for sure,”.
surprised awe. the 3 who had survived the cave ordeal knew the face, and it was once now not Roberta’s. Tamara waved her fingers as though supplicating the heavens as she shrieked into the evening sky. Then turning, she observed the mass of white upturned faces under her and flung out an arm accusingly. Her high-pitched scream may be heard over the roar of the flames. “Latimer home is mine endlessly! You can’t take it from me! None of you've got it now!” “She’s out of her mind!” The remark got here from beside.
attempted to arrive for the formative years. “I doubt the boy can have the funds for your kerchief, not to mention the remaining. he'll be disciplined, leisure assured.” Alaina glared as Cole snapped, “You’re right here to scrub up messes, now not make them.” “That’s simply what i used to be a-doing whilst this jackass stomped in from the barnyard. That lame-brained mule ain’t by no means been taught to wipe his feet.” Cole’s quickly look concerning the corridor allowed him a few knowing of the youth’s inflammation, but it used to be a doctor’s responsibility to have a tendency the wounded.
intensity no solution got here, yet via Alaina’s brain there flowed apace an extended, marching column of blue and grey figures, each one with a few terrible disparity, as though the artist had no longer accomplished them, a few lacking hands, others legs, or occasionally a watch or part a face. Unfinished caricatures! Leftovers of the struggle! Halfmen! Or much less! It was once a nightmare, the essence of which she may perhaps locate in any sanatorium, Union or accomplice. unusually, from the darkness of the river, a shadow took shape. Alaina blinked.
Dat highfalutin ball Gen’ral Banks is givin’ this night. Now dat she and Mistah Cole’s movin’ to Washin’ton, Miz Roberta obtained it in her head she’s one o’ dem Yankees. She had Jedediah fetch her over a Miz Bank’s apartment jes’ yestahday, if you and Mistah Cole used to be at de sanatorium. An’ she get back a-ravin’ over dat woman’s genteel manners.” Alaina snorted in derision and stirred melting butter into the steaming grits. Dulcie set her big fingers akimbo and frowned sharply as she watched the woman.