Warrior's Taking

Warrior's Taking

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by Margo Maguire

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A love that can transcend time . . .

981 A.D.: Brogan Mac Lochlainn has heard of a magical stone that bestows great powers. Now the slaying of his father, the chieftain, has placed the clan's protection in Brogan's hands—and he will brave any danger to possess the stone. But only the strongest sorcery will carry the fearless Scottish warrior to the

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A love that can transcend time . . .

981 A.D.: Brogan Mac Lochlainn has heard of a magical stone that bestows great powers. Now the slaying of his father, the chieftain, has placed the clan's protection in Brogan's hands—and he will brave any danger to possess the stone. But only the strongest sorcery will carry the fearless Scottish warrior to the talisman—for it is hidden in Ravenfield, an English estate . . . 900 years in the future!

1813: Sarah Granger is wary . . . yet shamelessly intrigued by the near-naked stranger she discovers washed upon the beach. His tale is one the beautiful governess can scarcely fathom—yet never have her passions been so stirred by any man. Sarah knows in her heart and soul her destiny lies with this seductive barbarian.

But an unrelenting evil has followed Brogan from ancient times—and he must battle it to the death to save the breathtaking beauty who is becoming more precious to him than the magic he crossed centuries to claim.

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A Warrior's Taking

By Margo Maguire

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Margo Maguire
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ISBN: 9780061256264

Chapter One

The Western Sea off the Isle of Coruain, 981

Ana took hold of her cousin's powerful arm. "Wait, Brogan! You are too brash by half!"

A muscle in his jaw tightened. "As I understand it, we've no time to waste, lass." He secured the strap of his satchel to his back and stepped up to the edge of the chieftain's magnificent ship, ignoring the chill of the air on his bare skin as they sailed toward the portal that would propel him through time. "While my brother placates the elders with tales of blood stones, I will begin my quest."

"But Brogan, you must take more time to confer with Merrick! There is so much for him to teach you about—"

"My brother has told me all that is necessary. I am to use no magic, but find the stone. By tomorrow, I will have the prize and return to Coruain House."

"Brogan, it will no' be so simple! You must listen to what Merrick can tell—"

He did not wait to hear the rest. He'd listened until he was sick of his brother's voice, and burning to take action. To avenge the death of his father, Kieran, high chieftain of all the Druzai. They had never anticipated that the evil sorceress, Eilinora, would escape her bonds and come to Coruain.

Never dreamed Kieran would be vulnerable to attack.

"Brogan, wait!"

"Eilinora took my father's scepter ofpower," he said. "She could return to our isles at any time."

Tears welled in Ana's eyes. Brogan knew she grieved deeply for her uncle, the most powerful and beloved of all the Druzai chieftains. But Kieran's brutal murder compelled him to action now.

"If you and Merrick are correct," he said, "our only chance against the witch is with the brìgha-stones. And you say they were hidden in time."

Ana nodded as Brogan climbed to the prow of the ship. "Brogan, I couldna see what force released Eilinora from her bonds. She is not our only worry!"

"Do you think she is aided by some mighty sorcerer who wishes to disrupt Coruain?"

Ana touched her cousin's arm. "I doona know, Brogan. Mayhap 'tis not Druzai . . . it might have powers beyond our own. You must take special care—"

"Wish me Godspeed, cousin," he said, anxious to act. "If I survive the Astar Columns, I promise to return the blood stone to Coruain on the morrow. A few days at most."

Brogan made his dive into the depths of the sea, calling forth the charms that would protect him until he reached the Astar Columns. Once he was through them, his survival would depend on his physical strength and endurance.

And his ability to function nearly nine hundred years in the future, without alerting Eilinora and the Odhar to his presence.

The rugged North Cumbria coast, late summer, 1813

Lost in thought, Sarah Granger followed Margaret and Jane Barstow across the beach, picking up all the cockles they could find, placing them in heavy canvas sacks, then carrying the sacks to their rickety pony cart. So preoccupied was she with the news she'd received from Captain Barstow's solicitor in nearby Craggleton, she scarcely noticed the children or their gamboling cat, Brownie.

She'd had a strong premonition of changes to come, but never this.

"Miss Granger, look!" cried Jane, a year younger than her sister at age six. She pointed to a bit of indigo color caught in the surf near the rocks ahead.

"'Tis naught but a clump of rags, Jane," Sarah replied absently, but the child scampered ahead, roused by the possibility of treasure to be found.

"Look at her," Margaret added, "with her torn stockings and her tangled hair."

It was true; no matter how clean and well-dressed the child was at breakfast, she managed to look like a homeless urchin by noon. But Margaret was the picture of good breeding, with her tidy clothes and neat braids. If not for their similar features and pale blond hair, no one would guess they were sisters.

Sarah rarely took Jane into Craggleton, for she did not wish to subject the child to the same kind of ridicule Sarah had felt after the death of her own father. Her peers had been cruel, mocking her for her father's descent into drunkenness, his failure to earn a decent living, and the charity on which Sarah had been dependent after his death. She'd moved from household to household in the parish after his death, working for her keep, lamenting the futility of all her dreams.

She hadn't ever belonged anywhere, not until Captain Barstow had brought her to Ravenfield.

How she loved the place.

"What does Jane think?" Margaret scoffed. "That she'll find something of value on this empty beach?" The child's sober view of life was anything but childlike and had only gotten worse since they'd received news of Captain Barstow's death in battle.

"Ah, but we know Jane, don't we?" Sarah said fondly as she caressed Margaret's head. "She probably hopes a ship was wrecked out at sea and there will be—"

"She dreams such rot," Margaret interjected, cynical beyond her years. She needed much more loving attention than her sister, and Sarah was happy to provide it. Sarah and their housekeeper, Maud, were the only family the girls had.

Except for Charles Ridley, the distant cousin Sarah had just learned of.

Jane screamed suddenly, her cries loud above the crash of the surf on the rocks. "Miss Granger! Margaret! Come quickly!"

Sarah dropped her sack of cockles, shouting as she ran. "Don't go into the water, Jane!" But the girl ignored her, stepping into the waves.

When Sarah saw what it was, she, too, wasted no time, and dashed into the sea to get to him. It was a man, waterlogged and unconscious, perhaps even dead.

"Go back to the shore!" Sarah ordered Jane, taking hold of the man's arms.


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Warrior's Taking 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 981 in the Isle of Coruain, Druzai warrior Brogan MacLochlainn learns his father High Chief Kieran was killed by the evil sorceress Eilinora who also stole his scepter of power. Neither he nor his brother Merrick has time to grieve their loss as their people¿s enemies will not allow that luxury. Instead, while Merrick placates the elders to buy them time, he must travel to the future seeking an ancient blood stone that is critical if he and his people are to survive their more powerful adversaries.----- In 1813 in North Cumbria, an impoverish Tuath, Sarah Granger worries about her future and more so those of her preadolescent wards Margaret and Jane Barstow since her employer died and his heir seems only interested in ancient ruins. The three females met Brogan when he lies near dead and near naked on the beach they collect cockles on. Although Brogan wants Sarah, Druzai law forbids warriors from making it with Tuath women. He decides he must find her a mate who will worship her like he does not realizing she chose him.---------- This is the opening act of what looks like will be a strong romantic fantasy trilogy. The story line is fast-paced but also filled with full dimensional characters. The two young children add depth to the audience understanding of Sarah while Brogan struggles with love vs. the law and with completing his mission without using magic. Sub-genre fans will enjoy this fine tale as love proves the most powerful magic in the Margo Maguire mythos.------ Harriet Klausner
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TRobinTX More than 1 year ago
This is a great book to read. I love historical romance and this is one of the best books I have read. The characters are developed so well and with such detail you feel like you actually know them and are going through their struggles with them. I myself am not crazy about Time Travel, but the way she developed this book is awesome. This is my second book by her, but I will be back for more!!!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought it was juvenile. It wasn't terrible, but this book would be more enjoyable to a 16 year old than a 46 year old. It was a version of Cinderella. A girl with a kind heart who's been dealt a hard lot in life finds her prince charming. Brogan saves her from a life of doom and gloom. In the last chapter, everyone she cares about is provided for and happy! -miraculous! I am being sarcastic here. Then she is whisked away to a magical world where she will never have to suffer another hardship and live happily ever after with her perfect man. I think the love 'sex' scenes were written by a man because there is no writing about their thoughts as they 'do it', only how good the physical part was. No mention of all the pain and blood and emotion that goes along with losing your virginity. Actually, I hope no 16 year old reads that scene and thinks it is a representation of what actually takes place. The magic and time-travel made the book what it is supposed to be-a light, pass-the-time, soon forgotten fictional romance.