Isle Of Skye Quotes

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So now, what do we do?” I asked, as we milled hesitantly about the driveway. “We summon the damn isle, that’s what we do, and go to bed,” Bash said. “I’m fucking tired.” I nodded in agreement, then I chuckled. “Oh, no big deal. Just tear a hole through time and space and summon an entire new piece of land. Then just go to sleep, no big deal.” Bash chuckled dryly. “Sounds like something the Doctor would say.” Cocking a brow, I asked, “Doctor who?” “Exactly,” he said with a wink. I just shook my head. Nerds.
Sariah Skye (Insatiable (The Curse of Avalon, #3))
a life different from hers; in Paris, perhaps; a wilder life; not always taking care of some man or other; for there was in all their minds a mute questioning of deference and chivalry, of the Bank of England and the Indian Empire, of ringed fingers and lace, though to them all there was something in this of the essence of beauty, which called out the manliness in their girlish hearts, and made them, as they sat at the table beneath their mother's eyes, honour her strange severity, her extreme courtesy, like a Queen's raising from the mud to was a beggar's dirty foot, when she thus admonished them so very severely about that wretched atheist who had chased them--or peaking accurately, been invited to stay with them--in the Isles of Skye.
Virginia Woolf (To the Lighthouse)
A9, the road that Bea was traveling this early morning after leaving the Isle of Skye, was part of Scotland’s answer to Route 66. It was also a driver’s sort of road as it wound its way along the north coast of the highlands above Inverness, and this time of year was the perfect jot in time to be on it. It was early enough in the day for the sun’s rays to still break across the landscape, highlighting every tree, shrub, mountain, loch, or beach in the crisp and clear Kodachrome of late autumn, and it was also just late enough in the season for the road to be safely navigated at speeds just a bit above normal. Her car was running great, and her tunes were vibrating the sideboard speakers with rhythm and base and melody. Using her gears, she took the corners and adjusted to the rise and fall of the road in a syncopated rhythm that made she and her car one. With her left hand on the gearshift, her right grasping the steering wheel, and her eyes shifting from road to scenery and back again, she felt the exhilaration of being on her first road trip alone and free.
Bob Stegner (Black Grotto: Book II of the Alban Saga)
A9, the road that Bea was traveling this early morning after leaving the Isle of Skye, was part of Scotland’s answer to Route 66. It was also a driver’s sort of road as it wound its way along the north coast of the highlands above Inverness, and this time of year was the perfect jot in time to be on it. It was early enough in the day for the sun’s rays to still break across the landscape, highlighting every tree, shrub, mountain, loch, or beach in the crisp and clear Kodachrome of late autumn, and it was also just late enough in the season for the road to be safely navigated at speeds just a bit above normal
Bob Stegner (Black Grotto: Book II of the Alban Saga)