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Prologue

Aberdeen, Spring 1647

Ten-year-old Aidan glared from his twin brother to their playain “Not the fire,” he said

“Aye, the fire ” Cor defiantly “Marjorie wants to ”

“But ays play the Ogilvy fire ”

“I’ll have your head,” his twin shouted, ignoring hie!”

Aidan narrowed his eyes Lately, when Marjorie was around, Cor And souy “Why do I have to be Caain?”

Marjorie stepped forward to peer at his face “Because your nose is bigger than Cormac’s ”

Aidan wanted to punch that nose “But we’re twins ”

Cored “It’s not my fault we don’t look alike ”

“I always play the cursed Campbell ”

Corrabbed Marjorie’s hand “Revenge shall be ilvy, I’ll save you from the blaze!”

Aidan threw his wooden sword to the ground The two of the hi “Why do you always get to save Marjorie?”

Marjorie picked up his sword, thrusting it back to him hilt first “That’s just hoe play it, Aidan ”

Marjorie and Cormac looked at each other, all treaclyeyed It made Aidan want to sick up