Outlander - Blood Of... Here

As he pressed his palm against the central monolith, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and gorse. Usually, the stones screamed with the sound of a thousand bees, but tonight, they whispered. They whispered a name: Brian.

"The blood must pay the toll," the woman whispered to Brian. Outlander - Blood of...

He stood, wrapped his plaid tight against the Highland chill, and looked toward the horizon. He couldn't go to her, but he knew now that the very earth beneath his feet was keeping the door open. As he pressed his palm against the central