Page 143 of Wild Scottish Fate

“Is this really…” My mum looked askance at the coo.

“Och, aye. I mean, would it really be a wedding without Clyde here?”

Clyde bellowed out his agreement, making us all jump again, and then with the ghost coo marching me down the aisle, I went to meet the love of my life.

After all, what was love without a wee bit of magick?

Oh,friends. Take a breath. I know. I put off writing this goodbye for as long as I could.

But here's the thing about the Highlands. They're never done with us.

Out past the lochs sits a tavern that appears on no map.The ale brewed inside is enchanted, and the women who brew it have a wicked reputation. The door opens only for those who truly need what's poured there.

And look out into the mist on your way in... you might just spot a familiar face.