It is said that Scotland is a magical place, that its history is tightly intertwined with legend. About twenty miles from Culloden Moor there is a small village. long forgotten the stones crumbling and the green moss and bracken slowly reclaiming the rocks as the mortar turns to dust. The thatched roofs long ago rotted away. The tiny cottages make a pretty picture despite the dark memories and pain they hold in their dank rooms. The despair and loss that was felt at their empty hearths. There was once happiness, and laughter but not after Culloden. Every man from that village left to fight for bonny prince Charlie, and not a one of them returned. Abigail Donivan has learned that she is the last surviving heir to the Donivan clan and as such has inherited the two hundred acre plot of Scottish wilderness, she stumbles across the tumbledown cottages and falls in love with their charm. She works feverishly to restore them to their previous glory (with some modern luxuries) and plans to rent them out like a bed and breakfast. little does she know that there may yet be some magic within the Scottish Stones.