There’s one parish church for all the people, whatsoever may be their ranks in life or their degrees, Except for one damp, small, dark, freezing cold, little Methodist chapel of ease, And close by the...
The arrest of Fergus Braid struck the village like a bombshell. Lesley, opening the newspaper the next day, found a photograph of him on the front page and a different story on the inside. highland bo...
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be. —William Hazlitt
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. —William Shakespeare
Stomach
She had not yet learned the hard lesson that women who love themselves too much are rarely loved by anyone else.
The other diners studied him with the polite frozen smiles the English use for threatening behaviour.
Oh, really, said Deborah brightly, you don’t look like the sort of man who reads anything.
Not wi’ news like this. Brace yourself, Bridget, as the Irishman said to his missus by way of foreplay.
Although she far outranked Hamish, she had to wait patiently, because this was Lochdubh, where Hamish Macbeth was king.
Agatha longed to forget about the whole thing and go home, go to bed and cuddle up to her cats.
Agatha had that old feeling of being on the outside of life looking in.
You look as if you’ve crawled out of a young offenders’ institute. Go upstairs and wash that muck off,
To see oneself as one really is—if one is ever unlucky enough to have that experience—is quite shattering. The veil of illusions and little vanities is rudely ripped aside.
Though the day of my destiny’s over, And the star of my fate has declined. —Lord Byron
Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! —Alfred Noyes
Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attraction of others. —Oscar Wilde
When confronted with someone who appears to be in a perpetual state of outrage, it is tempting for other people to wind them up. Besides, I have always found the most vociferous guardians of morality...
The wind cut like a knife as he climbed into the police Land Rover. As he held the wheel tightly against the buffeting of the wind and drove along the curving road out of the village, he realized that...
The breeze sent sunny ripples dancing across the sea loch. The village of Lochdubh in Sutherland looked like a picture postcard with its row of small eighteenth-century whitewashed cottages facing the...