Myth & Legend
The Devil's Hand
"I'd play with the Devil himself!" he boasted to the empty room.
The Selkie Wife
Ewan was known in Buckie for two things: his uncanny knack for pulling in a catch even when others found nothing, and the eerie quiet that clung to him.
The Bell of Findhorn
Isla, though, wasn’t afraid. Something in her stirred, something ancient and aching.
The Drowned Laird's Return
His wealth came not from land, but from the sea—his ships, his fisheries, and some whispered, darker dealings with merchants from across the water.
The Muckle Black Tyke
"Black dogs don’t frighten me. Nor witches, nor shadows, nor stories told to scare bairns to bed."
The White Dolphin of Portgordon
“That beast’s not natural,” muttered Old Maggie Sinclair. “White as a ghost. That’s no dolphin. That’s a spirit.” Some claimed it was the soul of a drowned sailor, condemned to swim the coast until absolution. Others said it was a selkie, trapped in the wrong form. But all agreed: such a creature brought change.
The ember in her hem
The people of Cullen both adored and dreaded her. Children left her handfuls of rowan berries at the edge of the wood. Women averted their gaze when she passed. Men crossed themselves. And Ruaridh—well, Ruaridh watched her too closely.
The Healer of Elphame
Sometimes she drew him beneath the catacombs of the Castlegate, through unseen doors in Mercat Cross where the very stone bled shadow. Other times she came to his thatch-roofed cell near the Don, wrapped in fog, smelling of violets and seaweed.
The Ghost Piper of Fraserburgh
“Still the pipes play, though there’s no breath left in his lungs. And she waits by the cliff—pale, barefoot, beautiful—watching the sea where he drowned.”
The Selkie Wife
Ewan was known in Buckie for two things: his uncanny knack for pulling in a catch even when others found nothing, and the eerie quiet that clung to him.
The Bell of Findhorn
Isla, though, wasn’t afraid. Something in her stirred, something ancient and aching.
The Drowned Laird's Return
His wealth came not from land, but from the sea—his ships, his fisheries, and some whispered, darker dealings with merchants from across the water.