Books with title Salted with Fire by George Macdonald, Fiction, Classics, Action

Blessed with quiet but keen dark eyes and a complexion given a white-rose tinge by the fresh Scottish air, Maggie MacLean has grown to learn and love the trade of her father, the village's soutar, or shoemaker.A friend of her childhood has returned, she learns -- James Blatherwick, home from Edinburgh, where he was a divinity student. Yet the proud young man speaking so ably from the pulpit has a secret -- one he almost conceals from himself.Then an even stranger arrival startles her, when she stumbles upon the crying bairn -- a baby, abandoned upon the moor.

Blessed with quiet but keen dark eyes, and a complexion given a white-rose tinge by the fresh Scottish air, Maggie MacLean has grown to learn and love the trade of her father, the village's soutar, or shoemaker.A friend of her childhood has returned, she learns -- James Blatherwick, home from Edinburgh, where he was a divinity student. Yet the proud young man speaking so ably from the pulpit has a secret -- one he almost conceals from himself.Then an even stranger arrival startles her, when she stumbles upon the crying bairn -- a baby, abandoned upon the moor.

The Wise Woman kidnaps Rosamund beneath her immense cloak and takes her to a very strange cottage in the middle of nowhere. This cottage is bigger inside than outside and here the Wise Woman tries to teach the girl that she is not the center of the universe. Through a picture, Rosamond enters another world and changes places with another spoiled child, Agnes, daughter of a shepherd. Can either be saved from herself?

Whaur are ye aff til this bonny mornin’, Maggie, my doo?” said the soutar, looking up from his work, and addressing his daughter as she stood in the doorway with her shoes in her hand. “Jist ower to Stanecross, wi’ yer leave, father, to speir the mistress for a goupin or twa o’ chaff: yer bed aneth ye’s grown unco hungry-like.” “Hoot, the bed’s weel eneuch, lassie!” “Na, it’s onything but weel eneuch! It’s my pairt to luik efter my ain father, and see there be nae k-nots aither in his bed or his parritch.” “Ye’re jist yer mither owre again, my lass!—Weel, I winna miss ye that sair, for the minister ‘ill be in this mornin’.” “Hoo ken ye that, father?”

Rosamond was spoiled. Her parents, the king and queen, let her have whatever she wants. But now they don't know what to do with her, she's so hard to deal with. Thank Heaven for the Wise Woman! What does the Wise Woman do? Why she kidnaps her, that's what! She kidnaps Rosamund beneath her immense cloak and takes her to a very strange cottage in the middle of nowhere. This cottage is bigger inside than outside, and here the Wise Woman tries to teach the girl that she is not the center of the universe. Through a picture, Rosamond enters another world and changes places with another spoiled child, Agnes, daughter of a shepherd. Can either be saved from herself? Find out in this marvelous fantasy fable by a Master!

WILL THIS YOUNG POET AMOUNT TO NOTHING? His Aunt Ann certainly thinks so. "Walter is a drain on your finances!" she states self-righteously. But Richard Colman, a farmer, doesn't think so. He loves his son, Walter Colman the young poet and supports his ambition. Walter is his link to his dead wife. And besides . . . However Richard Colman's finances fail and the young poet must fend for himself. At first Walter finds some success -- but he meets the seductive Lufa and endures trouble. Should he return to the simple life of father, farmland and childhood friend Molly -- and his love of God Himself? Find out in this heartfelt parable of faith and art by the nineteenth century Scottish Christian master!

WILL THIS YOUNG POET AMOUNT TO NOTHING? His Aunt Ann certainly thinks so. "Walter is a drain on your finances!" she states self-righteously. But Richard Colman, a farmer, doesn't think so. He loves his son, Walter Colman the young poet, and supports his ambition. Walter is his link to his dead wife. And besides . . . However Richard Colman's finances fail and the young poet must fend for himself. At first Walter finds some success -- but he meets the seductive Lufa and endures trouble. Should he return to the simple life of father, farmland and childhood friend Molly -- and his love of God Himself? Find out in this heartfelt parable of faith and art by the nineteenth century Scottish Christian master!

Gray-eyed Dorothy Vaughan and her dear, childhood friend Richard Heywood . . . they are beyond the simple joys of making play houses and caring for wild animals. She is 17, he, 19 . . . and new stirrings make themselves felt they can barely express. Yet it is a time of changes -- when England, Ireland and Scotland are being torn asunder by a confrontation between church and state. The Lord of Strafford has been beheaded; with raised voices Milton and the Puritans cry for freedom . . . and the two young lovers find themselves pulled away from one another -- while the very stones of Raglan Castle tremble!

She might call and shout,and no one aboutwould ever call back,"Who's there?"On the wide road leading straight into the country, the wise old woman unfolds her cloak -- and releases from within its folds the Princess Rosamund.When the girl opens eyelids swollen from weeping, she sees nothing familiar. City and palace -- gone! Soon she and the wise old woman arrive at a cottage . . . one that seems to have a mind of its own -- to the infinite displeasure of the spoiled young girl!

It was a lovely morning in the first of summer. Donal Grant was descending a path on a hillside to the valley below -- a sheep-track of which he knew every winding as well as any boy. But he had never before gone down the hill with the feeling that he was not about to go up again.He had set out early, so as to meet no one who might know him. He had his few possessions in a sack, and a long path ahead of him -- for he would find himself a place where he might find work that would be rewarding, and where there would be a library full of books for his hungry mind. His was a soul hungry after life -- not knowing where he might be, but intent on reaching it."How far are you going?" asks a minister he encounters on the road."As far as I can!" replies Donal.George MacDonald (1824-1905) was the author of many evocative and moving novels of Scottish peasant life.

She might call and shout, And no one about Would ever call back, "Who's there?"On the wide road leading straight into the country, the wise old woman unfolds her cloak -- and releases from within its folds the Princess Rosamund.When the girl opens eyelids swollen from weeping, she sees nothing familiar. City and palace -- gone! Soon she and the wise old woman arrive at a cottage . . . one that seems to have a mind of its own -- to the infinite displeasure of the spoiled young girl!