Librarian Note: Alternate cover/new edition for ASIN# B005Y4E5ZS.

Get ready for one wild ride! The year is 3698 and an unknown instigator has the threat of civil war not only brewing, but near boiling! Pressured by the rulers of the Known Lands, Kwaku Awahnee, Time Master of Muirara, must pass his Time Mastership to his pre-chosen successor, Dallan MacDonald, much earlier than expected. Undaunted, Kwaku enlists the help of Councilor John Eaton who must tell the unsuspecting Scot of his new office and all it entails. There are, however, a few slight problems. To become a Time Master, the Highlander has to willingly join with a Muiraran Maiden, who, stolen as an infant, hidden in another time, and now grown, must mate or die. Dallan's job of convincing her that she is Muiraran, not human, and persuading her to fall in love with him is a small task compared to their impossible race against time. John's job is to make sure the Scot is ready to listen. And then, of course, talk him into it along the way.

Shona Whittard had a lot. Everything she could possibly ask for, some would say. Except for the freedom to run her own life and make her own decisions. She had so many people telling her how envious they were of her singing talent. But if all her competitors and fellow musicians only knew that her tutor Julia and mother ran the show handling everything from the time she got up until the time she went to bed, they might not be so envious. Or would they? She supposed she didn't know or care anymore. What Shona did know was, she was tired of her life. Other girls her age were all in their second year of college while she was still under her mother's and Julia's educational thumbs. Other girls went to parties. Shona was stuck at home watching Masterpiece Theater or studying some sort of cultural etiquette that Julia insisted she learn. She spoke 'proper' English. Something others teased her about. And she was well tutored by Julia as to what was acceptable for a young lady to do or say in not only the twentieth century, but the fifteenth through nineteenth centuries as well. Other girls dated. Shona, not really interested in the opposite sex at the moment anyway, was still jealous of the freedom of choice normal girls had.

Shona was just going to have to face facts. It was, after all, the logical thing to do. She wasn't some astounding musical sensation to be envied. She was a freak.

But all that was about to change ...