title: Stories from Arisa - Volume One
author:  Davis Ashura 
description: Davis Ashura is a legend...in his own mind. He resides in North Carolina, sharing a house with his wonderful wife who somehow overlooked Davis eccentricities and married him anyway. As proper recompense for her sacrifice, Davis then unwittingly turned his wonderful wife into a nerd-girl. To her sad and utter humiliation, she knows exactly what is meant by Kronos. Living with them are their two rambunctious boys, both of whom have at various times helped turn Davis once lustrous, raven-black hair prematurely white (it sure sounds prettier than the dirty gray it actually is). And of course, there are the obligatory strange, strays cats (all authors have cats  its required by the union). They are fluffy and black with terribly bad breath. When not working  nay laboring  in the creation of works of fiction so grand that hardly anyone has read a single word of them, Davis practices medicine, but only when the insurance companies tell him he can. Visit him at www.DavisAshura.com and be appalled by the banality of a writers life.
zlib_text: > > **AWAKENED BY HIS HIGHLAND FIRE**
  
  > > AVA MCARTHUR
  
  >  **CONTENTS**
  
  >  _Prologue_
  
  >  _Chapter 1_
  
  >  _Chapter 2_
  
  >  _Chapter 3_
  
  >  _Chapter 4_
  
  >  _Chapter 5_
  
  >  _Chapter 6_
  
  >  _Chapter 7_
  
  >  _Chapter 8_
  
  >  _Chapter 9_
  
  >  _Chapter 10_
  
  >  _Chapter 11_
  
  >  _Chapter 12_
  
  >  _Chapter 13_
  
  >  _Chapter 14_
  
  >  _Chapter 15_
  
  >  _Chapter 16_
  
  >  _Chapter 17_
  
  >  _Chapter 18_
  
  >  _Chapter 19_
  
  >  _Chapter 20_
  
  >  _Afterword_
  
  >  _Stealing her Highland Throne_
  
  >  _Prologue_
  
  >  _Chapter 1_
  
  > > **PROLOGUE**
  
  It was supposed to be the happiest day of Elspeth Ariss’s life. For the past
  nine months, she had watched her mother’s stomach swell with the life of her
  little sibling. Her mother was certain that it would be a boy; she said that
  women could tell these things. Elspeth didn’t quite understand how that all
  worked, but then again, she was only twelve, and there was much about the
  world that she didn’t understand. Elspeth was the picture of her mother: slim
  and slender with brow