Gray Stone Princess — Twenty-Seven Minutes Collection: Twenty-Seven Minutes, #4

By Kathryn Kaleigh

A circle of stones where time is fluid.

 

Zoya Farren may have grown up with the legends of the circle of stones, but she took nothing at face value. Would searching for the facts behind the legend introduce her to a whole other world?

 

Twenty-seven minutes.

 

Just twenty-seven fluid minutes. Then no turning back.

 

A heartwarming short story of love that defies the boundaries of time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KST Publishing
• Release date: May 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201363192

Kathryn Kaleigh

Kathryn Kaleigh is a bestselling romance novel and short story writer. Her writing spans from the past to the present from historical time travel fantasy novels to sweet contemporary romances. From her imaginative meet-cutes to her happily-ever-afters, her writing keeps readers coming back for more.

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Gray Stone Princess

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Gray Stone Princess

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Chapter 1

Abald eagle swooped down, gliding on a gust of wind before making a quiet landing on a bare aspen tree limb.

The daily afternoon rain shower left behind the strong scent of fresh pine mixed with the earthy smell of the mountain air.

Smoke drifted from fireplaces in the valley below. The sleepy little town had one row of shops, all on Main Street. A coffeeshop. A bakery. A little café.

There was also a bank and a grocery store.

And a little store called the Mercantile Time.

At least that’s what I expected to find.

I took a moment to steady myself before I stepped away from the circle of stones.

My solid white Norwegian elkhound, Aksel, followed at my heels.

Though the wind was cold on my face, I was warm nestled inside my gray fur cape.

While the wind was cold, the sun was warm. Warmer than I expected.

Beneath my cape, I was wearing jeans and hiking boots.

I had a one-hour hike into town.

As Aksel and I started down the deserted path, I reviewed everything.

Just to make sure I didn’t forget.

And if I did forget, everything was written down on a folded sheet of paper tucked securely in the handbag draped across my shoulders.

My name is Zoya Farren.