Quotes About MacDonnell

Her scent filled his nostrils. He was shocked to feel his throat tighten with a primal hunger. She smelled like her mother, but fresher, sweeter somehow. Some primitive male instinct warned him this was a bloom still on the vine, fragrant and tender and ripe. He scowled. She might be nectar to a another man, but to a MacDonnell, Dougal Cameron's daughter would be more deadly than nightshade.

Care for a leg?' Mr. MacDonnell held the basket of chicken up toward Fenris Jones. 'Is that some kinda comment?' Fenris Jones demanded. 'Of course not,' Mr. MacDonnell said. 'It's an offer of dinner.