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The last of the Park Trilogy tells the story of Mairi, a beautiful actress and Mistdreamer. Her Protector Angel, Appoloin, finds the perfect place, and time, to keep her safely hidden. Mairi has to be taken away from the clutches of her half-brother, the evil Lucias, who is determined to kill her, and will stop at nothing to find her. While recovering from the wounds Lucias received during the Dragon war, he arranges with his minion angel, Paschar - once a glorified Angel in the Heavens - to search for her... Ambriel, the Angel of Communication, and Archangel Omniel are keeping a secret. They are deeply troubled, The Prophecy - written in the Book of Angels - is coming and their Mistdreamers are in terrible danger. A devastating outcome, one which could result in the end of the universes. The massacre of Glencoe invites the demon kings to the earth's realm. Through their machinations, they plot to end the clans and if their plans are fulfilled, the future of Mairi and the Mistdreamers is at stake. The three Mistdreamers, Lauren, Valerie and Mairi, use their Mistdreaming abilities one last time in order to save the earth from destruction and stop the Heavens falling into the wrong hands. Despite evil spreading like a fungus, love will blossom amid the terror Mairi endures, new friendships are forged in the most extraordinary of times. The Park Family: Mairi - Retribution re-introduces the reader to favourite characters, and helps to uncover mysteries, from the first two novels, that will connect them all together.

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Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	28 février 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781788031554
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Copyright © 2017 Lisanne Valente
First edition published 2017
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For those we wish were here
and
For those who are yet to come.
May the angels guide you safely home.

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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Epilogue

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Prologue
“Baglis, Baglis!” Lesley yelled. Good Lord, I swear that woman gets deafer by the century, she thought. When it was clear she couldn’t be heard, she cupped her hands over her lips and sent a shouted whisper.
“Mum!”
Baglis turned in Lesley’s direction, focussing on the area from where the sound came, searching for the voice, then smiling as she caught sight of a slightly disgruntled lass.
“What? What is it, ma deary?” she replied calmly, keeping her laughter in check.
“What are you doing here in the open? All those in there,” she pointed to Mingary “they can all see you from the castle.”
“I know that, lass. They think me to be Witch .”
“You are a witch,” Lesley interrupted.
“You know as well as I, we are as far removed from their idea of witch as we are from that man in the moon.”
Lesley looked skyward. Her mother had tried to convince her of the man in the moon and how the planet was made of green cheese her entire life, she now knew this to be a load of old rubbish, and yet she still searched, expecting to see a man winking back at her!
“Well… are you going to tell me why you are out here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Lesley was tired, and frustrated with her mother. She had been searching for over an hour, and she knew for certain The MacIain would be waiting for news the minute she returned to the castle.
“I’m needin’ some more herbs, lass. I’ve run out of a few. Wait!” Baglis pulled her young daughter tightly into her arms, more for her own comfort and the enjoyment of holding her than for the danger to the vole she nearly stood on. “Dinnae stand there, lass.”
“But you don’t need herbs,” Lesley said, grumpily, not comprehending her mother’s reasoning, but happily snuggled into her arms. Let The MacIain wait. My Ma is the softest, cuddliest person .
“Of course I do! There’s only so much magic can be shared with the mortals. Their healing has to come from the herbs of their own world. We can fuse those herbs together with our magic, and that can aid their healing, but it’s up to their own bodies to complete that which we give them. No matter what we do, though, there comes a time when a mortal’s body has just decided it no longer wants to be cured, and that the time is right for it to leave this world and go to the next.”
“And that’s when we see Uncle Azrael?”
Baglis stroked her daughter’s long hair. It was plaited into a tight row and fell to her waist, but wisps of ash-blonde strands strayed from the knot. No matter how hard Baglis tried to keep her hair in check, it always had a mind of its own and escaped whatever hair concoction she tried.
“Yes, ma deary, that’s when we see ma brother, yer uncle. Now away and get yer chores done, Lesley. There’s much to do in the infirmary. I gave yi a list, did ah no?”
“Aye, Ma, you always give me a list, cause there’s eyeways somethin’ in there to do,” she grumbled.
Baglis pulled away from her daughter and regarded her curiously. “Aren’t you the one who’s just telt me tae be careful? Aye? Then what do you think would happen if, because we havenae the essentials in place for the humans, it ended in one oh yon humans dying. Eh? Can yi tell me what and who would get the blame?”
Lesley went pale and began to pull away. “Ah’m sorry, Ma, yi have the right oh it.”
Lesley freed herself, reluctantly, from her mother’s arms, and marched towards the castle, with a quick backward glance, she waved.
“You have to tell her soon, Baglis.” She didn’t turn when she heard the deep voice coming from behind her. He caused her no distress; she had known he was near, waiting.
“Aye, that ah do, ma bonnie prince, but it’s breaking ma heart even thinkin’ about losin’ her. Does it have to be so? No,” she said quickly, not allowing him to answer. “I ken the truth of it, I ken it’s for her ane safety, but ma own daughter no’ havin’ knowledge of who her ane mither is, it… It isnae fair.” She shook her head sadly. “The powers that be, the Angels and the Fae, have a lot tae answer for, Seere, and your Demon horde hae done nothin’ but cause pain and anguish for all.”
“I cannot argue with you, Baglis, on any count. However, I will promise to take good care of your daughter. She will remain as an integral member of my castle, and she will be taken care of there. The queen of the Fae has assured me she alone will be in charge of her training.”
“And me? Her faither and her brithers? How do we cope with the losin’ of one so special? How do we stand by and watch her go, never knowing what’s become of her?”
“Well… there’s something else I’d like to discuss with you, Baglis, if you have a moment. It could solve a few problems. Oh, I’m afraid Lesley will still not know you’re her family, but at least you’ll be close by—very close by—and you could be a part—a very important part—of her life. I don’t believe the Queen of the Fae will be well pleased.” Prince Seere laughed, throwing his head back in glee.
“Aye, but isn’t it your job, young prince, to cause her as much bother as possible? You’ve never held back in your pranks that cause her strife and give her a fair amount of discomfort, and I’m no’ sayin’ she doesnae deserve it, cause let’s be oanest, she does deserve some mischief-making.” Baglis chortled happily, a tiny hope filling her saddened heart.
“Let’s away inside, and you can tell me of this plan that will no doubt get you thrown out of yer ane hame, Lenticularis Kisimul, again!”
Chapter One
The Veil
The Glen—in Gaelic, A’ Charnaich , “The Stoney Place”—is a place of mystery and magic, it has been protected by Angels and Mistdreamers for centuries.
Glencoe, with its barbaric, beautiful mountains, is also known in the Heavens as The Veil.
The Angels have safeguarded this sacred location, forever, because it is the gateway to all the worlds, and all the universes. Throughout the ages, the Angels have shared this responsibility with other races. The Fae are one of those who have taken part in the task, and as brothers of the Angels, they worked closely with one another. When the time was right, together, they developed a plan that would be instigated, upon the birth of the human race. It was agreed that a family of humans would be invited to become Mistdreamers, and with this gift bestowed upon them, they would assist the Angels from the Earth’s plane and help to defend the universes from evil.
With careful consideration, the Angels agreed that the clan best suited to be their mystical warriors on Earth would be the MacDonalds.
And, therefore, it came about that the clan MacDonald of Glencoe became the first humans to pledge their fealty and unite with the Angels to help protect The Veil. Upon becoming the first Mistdreamers, their names, and those of their descendants, were written—by Ambriel, the Angel of Communications, using gold from the heavens and with the most prolific and artistic penmanship—into the Book of Angels. The words of the original agreement, and also the names of the Mistdreamers, were witnessed by the King of the Fae, who then confirmed it by signing his name in blood, thus sealing the fate of the Mistdreamers.

*

Throughout the history of the universes, wars had continually erupted in the heavens. Angels fought their Angelic brethren, and divisions appeared amongst Archangels, Seraphim, Cherubim, and the multitude of Angelic tiers. When Archangel Michael led his forces into the thousand-year war, it was to command a well-trained, disciplined army of Angels that he would direct to an overall victory, and in so doing, he would take no prisoners. When the war ended, the outcome left those still existing in the heavens agreeing to be governed by his rules. Not every Angel accepted this, or wanted his rules, and bitter a