Suffice it to say that writing about Tony (Antoin Alfred Broonfood) Broonford gave me the biggest smile on my face. I can't wait to share the words with him and his beautiful wife Kirsten (I may be misspelling that) who will be named Keely in my book. Antoin is so in love with Keely Buchanan, and he has demonstrated his love for her by not only visiting the city of her birth and youth, but he also makes a showcase of his artful tour-guiding skills when her family and friends make their way to the Big City a couple of times each year. We'll see Antoin courting Keely, as their dogs meet, and accept each other. We'll find them falling in love, planning a great wedding, and even expecting a tiny bairn later in the book.
Thank you Tony for allowing me to use your image, likeness, and life skills in my new book. I won't say the title of the book just yet, as it has not been registered with the Library of Congress, but it soon will be, and I will blast it from the rooftops. Here, for your viewing and reading pleasure, is the unofficial introduction to my new Highlander historical novel, of our very own wonderful Edinburgh son, Tony Broonfood of Clan Broonford. (A link to his YouTube is here: https://www.youtube.com/@ClanBroonford) and if you thought Tony's introduction was nice, you'll have to wait to see how pretty and adorable Kirsten is.
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Antoin
Alfred Broonford
So
much was to be seen in the city often called the “Old Smoky”, Edinburgh birthed her own history-wielding,
man-about-the-know, her own son, Antoin Alfred Broonford, a finer guide hath ne’er
been found around the parts of the fairest city of what was now considered
Great Britain having the Act of Union consecrated in 1707, several decades before
the Buchanans brought young Aria to feast upon the pleasantries of their second
home and favored harbor. Knowing one day that after the children had left the
home completely and were on their own, Joy and Colin Buchanan wished nothing
more than to find real estate just outside the castle walls where they would
retire and perhaps learn the trades offered in home goods along Grassmarkets
cobbled roads.
Antoin, tall, sturdy and strong gave
pleasure to every eye cast upon him. His was a born and natural confidence; his
head as bald and shiny as the day’s smile, with a beard, kept closely cropped
about his jawline, tightly as if it were weaved into his skin. Eyes as strongly
set as the crested Honours of Scotland themselves gave light and laughter to
his countenance. His brilliant smile full of evenly naturally chiseled white
teeth one more even than the other drew immediate attention from any who cast
their glance. With a lion’s strength, he seemingly set the standard for all who
would call themselves men in the city he loved with his own soul.
Standing
just over six feet, embracing thirteen stone, Antoin was said to be likened to
a Greek warrior or mythical Zeus with the power he embodied; and yet, with such
strength and warlike power, his was a demeanor of tolerant gentleness. With every
inch of the man came a meek and controlled effectiveness. Choosing to follow his blood kin through
battle was a singular accepted fate, yet Antoin’s passion for his city led him
to customarily find himself etching out a living on the cobbled hard streets of
Edinburgh guiding visitors as he showcased for them the new bridges, old
closes, passages, and wynds which would shorten their footslogs through the herringbone
structure of the city streets.
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