Into the Dreaming [Karen Marie Moning] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. For the first time in hardcover, here is #1 New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning’s novella Into the Dreaming, a tale of Highland fantasy. A long-out-of-print novella by Moning (The Immortal Highlander, , etc.) that’s padded with previously unpublished bits and pieces of her.
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Would you like to tell us about a lower price? Between the Highlander and Fever worlds lies a tue beyond imagining. This new edition of the novella contains more than pages of bonus material, including: This is Moning at her romantic, funniest finest.
Free him from his ice-borne hell. And in his century you both may dwell. In the Dreaming you have loved him. Haunted every night of her tje by a devastatingly sexy Highlander who comes to her while she sleeps, Jane tries to write him out of her head and heart.
As a child he protected her, as a woman he loves her.
Now in the Waking you must save him. When an ancient tapestry bearing the likeness of her beloved Highlander arrives on her doorstep, Jane is whisked back in time to fifteenth-century Scotland, mnoing the castle of Dun Haakon on the isle of Skye, where she is given one chance to save her dream lover.
Caught in a deadly game between the light and dark courts of the Fae, Jane must find a way through the ice to the heart of her Highander. But will the love of one mortal woman be enough to defeat such ancient and ruthless immortal enemies? From the Hardcover edition. Read more Read less. Audible book Switch back and forth between reading the Kindle book and listening to the Audible book with Whispersync for Voice.
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One Not Quite Scotland It was a land of shadows and ice. Deep in the shadows lurked inhuman creatures, twisted of limb and hideous of countenance. iinto
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Things one did well to avoid seeing. Should the creatures enter the pale bars of what passed for light in the terrible place, they would die, painfully and slowly. As would he-the mortal Highlander imprisoned within columns of sickly light-should he succeed in breaking the chains that held him and seek escape laren those terrifying shadows.
Jagged cliffs of ice towered above him. A frigid wind shrieked through dark labyrinthine canyons, bearing a susurrus of desolate voices and faint, hellish screams. No sun, no fair breeze of Scotland, no scent of heather penetrated his frozen, bleak hell. His very soul cringed at the horror of the place.
He ached for the warmth of the sun on his face and hungered for the sweet crush of grass beneath his boots. He would have given years of his life for the surety of his stallion between his thighs and the solid weight of his claymore in his grip. He dreamed-when he managed to escape the agony of his surroundings by retreating deep into his mind-of the moninf of a peat fire, scattered with sheaves of heather.
Of a woman’s warm, loving caresses. Of buttery, golden-crusted bread hot from the hearth. For the son of a Highland chieftain, who’d passed a score and ten in resplendent mountains and vales, five years was an intolerable sentence; an incarceration that would be withstood only by force of will, by careful nurturing of the light of hope within his heart. But he was a strong man, with the royal blood of Scottish kings running hot and true in his veins.
He would return and reclaim his rightful place, woo and win a bonny lass with a tender heart and a tempestuous spirit like his mother, and fill the halls of Dun Haakon with the music of wee ones.
With such magie, he withstood five years in the hellish wasteland. Only to discover the dark king had deceived him. His sentence had never kren five years at all, but five faery years: On that day when his heart turned to ice within his breast, on that day when a single tear froze upon his ino, on that day when he was denied even the simple solace of dreaming, he came to find his prison a place of beauty.
Long had dgeaming Unseelie king provoked her. Jaren bargain did he strike with this mortal?
Still, as grandseed of the McAlpin, I suspect the MacKinnon would have accepted the full term to protect his clan. Any bargain between faery and mortal must hold the possibility for the human to regain his freedom.
Still, no mortal had ever bested a fairy in such a bargain. If, by the end of that time, he is loved and loves in return, he will be free. If not, he serves as the king’s new Hand of Vengeance until the king chooses to replace him, at which time he dies. By such cruel methods had the Unseelie king long fashioned his deadly, prized assassin-his beloved Vengeance-by capturing a mortal, driving him past human limits into madness, indurating him to all emotion, then endowing him with special powers and arts.
Since the Unseelie king was barred entrance to the human world, he trained his Vengeance to carry out his orders, to hold no act too heinous. Mortals dared not even whisper the icy assassin’s name, lest they inadvertently draw his merciless attention. If a man angered the Unseelie king, Vengeance punished the mortal’s clan, sparing no innocents.
Into the Dreaming | Karen Marie Moning
If grumblings about the faery were heard, Vengeance silenced them in cruelly imaginative ways. If the royal house was not maeie to the fairy world, Vengeance toppled kings as carelessly as one karsn sweep a chessboard.
Until now, it had been the Unseelie king’s wont to abduct an insignificant mortal, one without clan who would not be missed, to train as his Vengeance.
He went too far this time, the Seelie queen brooded, abducting a blood grandson of one dreamig fair Scotia’s greatest kings-a man of great honor, moninv and true of heart. She would win this mortal back. The queen was moningg for a time. Then, “Ah, what five hundred rhe in that place will do moming him,” she breathed in a chilling voice. The Unseelie king had named the terms of his bargain well. Aedan MacKinnon would still be mortal at the end of his captivity but no longer remotely human when released.
Once, long ago and never forgotten, she’d traversed that forbidden land herself, danced upon a pinnacle of black ice, slept within the dark king’s velvet inyo. But she could and would do all in her power to ensure Aedan MacKinnon found love at the end of his imprisonment. Perhaps they should meet in the Dreaming.
That place where mortals would be astonished to know battles were won and lost, universes born, and true love preordained, from Cleopatra and Mark Mare to Abelard and Heloise. The lovers could meet in the Dreaming and share a lifetime of loving before they ever met in the mortal realm. It would lay a grand foundation for success of her plan. Rising from her floral bower with fluid grace, she raised her arms and began to sing. From her melody a tapestry was woven, of faery lore, of bits of blood and bone, of silken hair from the great, great-grandson of the McAlpin, of ancient rites known only to the True Race.
As she sang, her court chanted: Into the Dreaming lure them deep where they shall love whilst they doth sleep then in the waking both shall dwell ’til love’s fire doth melt his ice-borne hell. And when the tapestry was complete, the queen marveled.
The faery queen went to him in the Dreaming, well into his sentence, when he was quite mad. Tracing a curved nail against his icy jaw, she whispered in his ear, “Hold fast, MacKinnon, for I have found you the mate to your soul.
She will warm you. She will love you above all others. It was not a human sound at all. Two Present Day Oldenburg, Indiana Jane sillee had an intensely passionate relationship with her postman. It was classic love-hate.
The moment she heard him whistling his way down her walk, her heart kicked into overtime, a sappy smile curved her lips, and her breathing quickened. But the moment he failed to deliver the acceptance letter extolling the wonders kardn her manuscript, or worse, handed her a rejection letter, she hated him.
Knew it was his fault somehow. That maybe, dresming maybe, a publisher had written glowing things about her, he’d dropped the letter because he was careless, the wind had picked it up and carried it off, and even now her bright and shining future lay sodden and decomposing in a mud puddle somewhere.
INTO THE DREAMING by Karen Marie Moning | Kirkus Reviews
Just how much could a federal employee be trusted, anyway? He could be part of some covert study designed to determine how much one tortured writer could endure before snapping and turning into a pen-wielding felon.
I can’t afford a color ink cartridge. Massaging her mraie, she scowled.
She simply had to get this story published. She’d become convinced it was the only way she was ever going to get him out of her mind. Her sexy, dark-haired Highlander. The one who came to her in dreams. Product details File Size: Delacorte Press April 24, Publication Date: