Whence Came a Prince

P
RAISE FOR
Whence Came a Prince

“Not only do I feel I’ve lived the story of Leana, Rose, and Jamie, but enjoyed a lovely journey across Scotland as well. A wonderful read!”

—F
RANCINE
R
IVERS
, best-selling author of
Redeeming Love

“
Whence Came a Prince
is the incredibly compelling conclusion to Liz Curtis Higgs’s remarkable Scottish trilogy. Liz has taken what could have been a triple threat—biblical history, Scottish history, and the difficulty of not overwhelming the reader with either one—and has created a story that is sure to last the ages. I highly recommend this book—this series!”

—T
RACIE
P
ETERSON
, best-selling author of Heirs of Montana series

“A triumphant conclusion to Liz Curtis Higgs’s remarkable trilogy. Liz’s impeccable research, sense of history, and love of her subject bring her characters’ struggles and victories to life in a story you’ll never forget.”

—D
ONNA
F
LETCHER
C
ROW
, author of
Glastonbury

“I savored every wonderful word and rich detail of
Whence Came a Prince.
Romantic, heartbreaking, joyful, and full of hope,
Prince
met all my expectations and more. I was eager to discover how the story of Leana, Rose, and Jamie would end, but I’m oh so sorry to bid these characters good-bye after turning the last page. Magical!”

—R
OBIN
L
EE
H
ATCHER
, best-selling author of
Beyond the Shadows

“Liz Curtis Higgs’s depiction of life in eighteenth-century Scotland immersed me in a world I was reluctant to leave. I could hear the Scottish brogue, smell the heather, and taste the baked salmon and scones. But my greatest delight was in her finely drawn characters. Jamie, Rose, and Leana are real, imperfect people whom I grew to know and love.
Whence Came a Prince
is an unforgettable conclusion to an unforgettable series.”

—L
YNN
N. A
USTIN
, author of The Refiner’s Fire series

“In
Whence Came a Prince
, Liz Curtis Higgs has created a masterpiece, a literary gift that I will long cherish. As with
Thorn in My Heart
and
Fair Is the Rose
, this novel is richly complex and beautifully captures the depth of the human spirit in Leana, Rose, and Jamie. This truly is Liz Curtis Higgs’s most powerful book yet!”

—D
IANE
N
OBLE
, author of
The Last Storyteller

“Liz Curtis Higgs keeps getting better and better. In
Whence Came a Prince
, the story of a man loved by two women, the inner battle is universal. I saw myself in each of these finely drawn characters and ached for their very human struggles. This trilogy is indeed a keeper.”

—L
AURAINE
S
NELLING
, author of
The Way of Women

P
RAISE FOR
Fair Is the Rose

“With excellent writing and a keen understanding of human nature, Liz Curtis Higgs delivers a first-rate, fascinating historical saga.”

—B. J. H
OFF
, author of
An Emerald Ballad

“Admirably, Higgs keeps her protagonists multifaceted and readers’ allegiances shifting as the story unfolds … and historical details create a vivid backdrop.”

—
Publishers Weekly

P
RAISE FOR
Thorn in My Heart

“A luminous sense of hope shines through this truly wrenching story of characters who are both larger than life and all too human. This unforgettable saga is as multilayered, mysterious, and joyous as love and faith can be.”

—S
USAN
W
IGGS
,
New York Times
best-selling author

“Higgs’s fine writing … incorporates many lovely historical details, and her strong storytelling skills stand her in good stead here.”

—
Publishers Weekly

I
will never leave you.

Leana McBride sat up in bed, disoriented, grasping at the threads of her dream. She’d been sitting under the yew tree on the edge of Auchengray’s garden, cradling her infant son to her breast, brushing her fingers through his silky hair, singing softly as he nursed.

Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing.

Ian’s warm scent seemed to permeate the air of her aunt’s tiny cottage in Twyneholm. The recalled softness of his cheek felt more real than the linen nightgown beneath her fingertips, the memory of his small, hungry mouth more tangible than the rough sheets against her bare skin.

She gripped the edges of the bed as grief pierced her heart anew. Aunt Meg had insisted the pain would ease with time. Leana glanced over her shoulder at the older woman, still fast asleep. Her aunt meant well, but two months had not diminished the potent memories of her son that haunted her dreams and clouded her thoughts.

By the hour she’d contemplated going home to Auchengray. Only two dozen miles, yet “a world away,” as Aunt Meg had once said. Leana had pictured herself running up the stair to the nursery, gathering Ian in her arms, and holding him for days on end. She would have done it. She
would
have. If somehow she could have seen Ian yet not seen Jamie.