Have you ever heard stories of the women who lived in the small rundown cottages outside of a remote towns, the ones who would blend herbs to heal others? the ones who would speak different languages while making said herb concoctions? The stories where said women eventually would be killed by the towns folks ignorance, being called witch's or the witch doctor? Well, I am one of those women. Sort of. I mean, I havent been persecuted. Yet. I do live in a little house outside of town in the woods, mainly because im too poor to afford anything better, and this house was left to me be my now late husband. I do make healing rubs and teas from herbs. It is 1749, and I am known as the 'witch doctor' of a small village in the highlands. This is my story. Well, his and mine. |love|romance|highlands|Scotland|Historical fiction|highlander|