By: John Buchan

He awoke from his illness to find the world incredulous.

By: John Buchan

I sent a bullet through the right eye of the first thing that came on.

By: John Buchan

In the cave it was always a dusky twilight.

By: John Buchan

“What guid can man dae?”

By: John Buchan

I remembered my mission and my fate.

By: John Buchan

“You are a coward,” said my conscience.

By: John Buchan

The world seemed full of spies.

By: John Buchan

The dreadful hands were almost at my throat.

By: John Buchan

A history of unmentionable deeds in the darkness.

By: John Buchan

A troll-like life which was too horrible for words!

By: John Buchan

Below me was a dizzy chaos of grey.

By: John Buchan

“How do ye ken what is impossible?”

By: John Buchan

“There are devils at the back o’ every stane!”

By: John Buchan

Two little girls would be coming home from school…

By: John Buchan

“Why should not your Picts or Brownies be living to this day?”