Alastair Macleod: 158 books

"He played his fiddle in the woods as well as in the open glades. His work in the forest took him deeper and deeper each day away from the hut till one day he said to himself "Why do I walk so far each day I'll build myself a hut nearer to my work." And so deep in the forest he built...

"A bird called in the darkness, a weak plaintive call. A moth fluttered near the lamp and a bat flitted near her head making her jump with fright. Here on the terrace, within the cloak of darkness, she felt a great yearning, felt herself reaching out over the sea. If only she could transform...

"He saw footsteps in the soft sand leading to the shore. There she was, completely naked and supple, not hard. He ran, for she was nearing the water. He reached out and grabbed her by her arm - it was soft, supple, and warm. "Griancha,"he said "Stop, wait, take the ring."...

"while modern Greece is in turmoil, it still has its ancient myths, and its young people still experience love and joy in the summer mountains "

"Each day as he delivered a subpoena, or a will, the jacket grabbed him as he sought the stairs. At last after a week he asked, to the whole front office, "Whose is the black jacket in the hall? There was a stunned silence, "The one at the end? Asked Maria. "Yes," said Hugo....

Little would seem to escape the attention of the inhabitants of the fishing village of Porto Venere. Yet here, with links to international events, unfolded a plot that brought personal tragedy to the narrow streets and harbour of the small Ligurian town. It also revealed the courage of ordinary Italians.

"A fantasy – the cycle of their days and weeks locked them in - they never met any young British men. At the farm they collected on trailers and were tractored out to the fields. The ground was wet, slimy, so when the field workers got down their boots were soon clogged and heavy with thick...

"He watched her as she walked off - the thick black hair, the green top, then the brown midriff, then the blue jeans, then the black boots. Black, green, brown, blue, black. That night he set to work and sketch painted. First he drew the belly button, then he worked out from that as a dancer...

This novella is sequel to Bennibister. In that story, set in the Orkney Islands, a man searching for his emotional self finds it, only to have it plucked from him. A son remains as evidence of that passion and another woman enters his life. Can she match the love that went before ? How would I describe...

 A young pizzeria owner feels the heat of his ovens and the pressure from his parents to get married. Love swirls around him in the beautiful town of Tropea. Which girl  will win out?

"Nuala had recently left Dermot for Tomas Crowley, a local Pharmacist and fellow horse enthusiast, and now the "D" word was being spoken. Father and son continued to look out over the fields below, His father turned to him. "There's only one way out of this," he said. "I...

Against the backdrop of an impending volcanic eruption a young Icelandic woman living on a remote farm struggles with her violent mood swings.

"Go into the morning sun on the river, into the reflections, the shimmer and the shadows, see the camel graze and the perching steppe eagle; he flies now, enter him and go into the wind. Melt into the rain and fall onto the ground, become absorbed into the body of the earth mother, flow from...

"At home, Jean his mother listened as they talked about the yacht. "It was the sea water, "said Callum. She began to mash the tatties. First she put in a lump of butter then some pepper. She reached for the "culprit", the salt, and hesitating a moment sprinkled in the crystals....