This is the first book-length study of James Macpherson (1736-1796) that considers him as an historian. From his early poetry, to the Ossianic Collections, his prose histories, and his later political writing, Macpherson's subject was the past and he engaged with the latest Enlightenment theories about how to write history. Macpherson the Historian examines James' published works, from the neoclassical verse of The Highlander (1758) to his pamphlets defending the British imperial state during the late 1770s. In all of these texts, Macpherson wrote as an Enlightenment historian, where ideas about narrative, philosophy, and erudition were interwoven with eighteenth-century debates about the Highlands, commercial modernity, and the British Empire.

Considers historical, cultural, economic, political and geographical themes relating to Northern Scotland. Northern Scotland is an established scholarly journal that has been in existence since 1972. It is a fully peer-reviewed publication whose editorial board, contributors, reviewers and referees are drawn from a wide range of experts across the world. While it carries material of a mainly historical nature, from the earliest times to the modern era, it is a cross-disciplinary publication, which also addresses cultural, economic, political and geographical themes relating to the Highlands and Islands and the north-east of Scotland. This issue looks at a wide range of topics, including satire, the Highland clearances, Alexander Mackenzie and diaspora. Combining a range of articles from a variety of experts, this issue seeks to explore the history and culture of northern Scotland. Key Features Considers issues of social change, colonialism, emigration and migration. Provides fresh readings of Northern Scotland's established history. Contributors are drawn from a wide range of experts across the world.

Northern Scotland is an annual peer-reviewed international journal that addresses historical, cultural, economic, political and geographical themes relating to the Highlands and Islands and north-east of Scotland.

In this fourth and final novel in The Holly Goforth Quartet, just as Holly begins her medical career in San Francisco, she is forced to face a new challenge - debilitating clinical depression, an illness that is all too common in the medical profession. Every year, between 300 and 400 American physicians take their own lives. In the general population, male suicides outnumber female suicides four to one. But the suicide rate for female doctors is 250 to 400 percent higher than the rate for women in all other professions. Like most of her colleagues, Holly has no idea that she is at risk, because it is simply not talked about. If you read the first three novels in the series, Holly's disorder comes as no surprise. But this chapter in her life is about more than her struggle to survive "the black dog." (In Holly's case, it's a big, malevolent cat.) This is also a sad love story between Holly and a beautiful nurse she discovers in therapy. If she overcomes these challenges and survives, it will be because of the support provided by a new ally, her therapist, and her own grit, humor, and power to learn from the way people love and hurt each other.

The Launching of the Cosmic Express took place on Centauri Island at the end of November 1980. It was destroyed ... Or was it? No matter. Its destroyers thought it was. And they're not done yet. Who or what can stop them? The Menace on the Moon? Silver-armoured Signal System? Supra-Clones? Loxus Abraham Ryne, the eighty year old head of SPACE ('The Society for the Prevention of Alien Control of Earth')? A couple of middle-aged, newly-minted supranormals named Doc Defiance and Mr. No Name? A twenty-seven year old who neither knows who his parents were nor what an Amoeba Man was? An obesity who knows far more than he should but is disinclined to share that knowledge with anyone, not even his own son? Or maybe, just maybe, a notorious little trickster who has been seven years old for something like sixty years Truth told: How can anyone stop Nuclear Dragons

Contagion Collectors aimed to destroy the Inner Earth's Shining Ones, their devil-gods, by killing off those who would worship them - virtually everyone alive beneath the Cathonic Dome that enclosed the Hidden Continent of Sedon's Head. Thrygragos Everyman and his firstborn Unities thought them sorted when they stormed the Hoodoo Hamlet in 5476 as the four fearsome Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And so they had ... except, it wasn't just the bringers who needed sorting. It was the poxes and plagues they brought. The Hidden Headworld needed purging. There could be no doubt of that. Yet the Moloch Sedon had disappeared from the night's sky years earlier and evinced no signs of returning. Everyone knew what needed to be done yet no one, especially not Thrygragos Everyman, the Lord Laziest of Great Gods, was willing to command the purge begun. Then someone, ostensibly in the name of love, played a Trigregos Gambit. The Head lost its Balance, capitalized and female. Her brother Unities, Order and Chaos, regarded each other balefully. No longer restrained, a continental catastrophe of unprecedented proportions ensued. With calamitous rapidity, nearly 500 years of Panharmonium gave way to seemingly endless despair. The Inner Earth's populace lost faith in its devil-gods as by far the mightiest of them went at each other unrelentingly, unmindful of those they trampled beneath their gargantuan feet. The Dead didn't stay dead, though. They rose, disbelievers no longer. They battled on, their newly puissant goddess to exalt the higher. Came All-Death Day there were more Dead Things marching than Living Beings breathing. Fecundity no longer, the Vampire Queen of the Dead looked to rule the world - both sides of it

Goddess Gambit Book Three of "The Thrice-Cursed Godly Glories" Only three weapons have any history of effectiveness against Master Devas, the Shining Ones of myth, legend and more than a few polytheistic faiths on the Whole Earth even to this day. These are the Trigregos Talismans: a curved blade, a looking glass that doubles as a shield as well as an inter-dimensional prison, and a crown/tiara made up of glowing-red apparent rubies or blood stones. All are actually composed of Brainrock-Gypsium, the subtle matter remnants of the Big Bang's Primordial Godhead. In these three forms, this Godstuff has the potential to kill the Inner Earth's extant devil-gods. Just as importantly for many, having them will force devils to stay well away from you. As recounted in "Feeling Theocidal," Book One of the trilogy, ever since Chrysaor Attis used them in an effort to eradicate his Great God of a father, Thrygragos Varuna Mithras, on Thrygragon they have been known as the Thrice-Cursed Godly Glories. As recounted in "The 1000 Days of Disbelief," Book Two of the trilogy, the Death's Head Hellion, the Contagion Collectors of Renaissance-era Europe and the Trigregos Titaness each very nearly succeeded in wiping out devil-worshippers throughout the Hidden Continent of Sedon's Head using them. The Godstuff making up the Godly Glories is both transmutable and teleportive. No matter how long lost they've been since circa 5500 YD (Year of the Dome, also the Sedon Sphere, what's been separating the Inner from the Outer Earth since the Genesea of Year Zero), finding one should lead you between-space to the other two. Pass forward to 5980. Not surprisingly, when one of them finally shows up again, it suddenly seems like nearly everyone wants all three of them. Nergal Vetala is the Blood Queen of Hadd, the Land of the Ambulatory Dead. A Moon Goddess, once the most fecund of Master Devas, she's the lone devic vampire; has been since before the historic 1000 Days of Disbelief. For 35 years she has been unable to prevent the encroachment of the Living on her realm, the Land of the Ambulatory Dead. Then her soldier falls out of the sky and she's back in the pink again - as in arterial. But that's hardly enough for her. As of wary of contacting them as she is personally, there's no doubt in her mind that, thusly armed, her loyal soldier will become her unstoppable champion, the Trigregos Titan. At stake is much more than merely Hadd. At stake is the mastery of devils, the gods and goddesses of not just the Living, and, with it, mastery over the entire Hidden Headworld as well as the balance of the planet beyond the Cathonic Dome from whence he hailed. And so he does. Unstoppable, though, remains to be seen. Until now everyone who plays a Trigregos Gambit loses.

Despite often violent suppression by forces blinkered by monotheistic absolutism, at the height of the Renaissance seekers after secrets are determined to discover all there is to know about the universe. Yet, right here on the earth beneath their feet, there is no greater secret than that there is a Cathonic Dome. The second greatest secret beyond the Cathonic Dome is that a continent the size of Africa lies underneath it. The barrier between the Inner and Outer Earth is anything except sealed hermetically. Most of the reason for that is down to the atomic ruination of the Laughing Lands of so many pantheistic paradises in 4825 YD, when Morgan Abyss ruled the Weirdom of Cabalarkon as its Master. Some sixty-five decades after claiming credit for abolishing the Death's Head Hellion - and more than fifty-plus decades after finally realizing their long-held dream of Panharmonium - Thrygragos Everyman and his just as immortal firstborn, the Unities of Chaos, Order and Balance, are horrified to learn that the plagues and poxes ravaging the Inner Earth are far from natural. They're deliberate attempts to end its days. Utopian biomages, the daemonic or chthonic creatures they've sometimes made, and their Hellion allies, armed as they are with the thrice-cursed Godly Glories, have been venturing outside the Dome for centuries now. There they've been ensnaring seekers after secrets and bringing them back inside. It's not their brains or curiosity they're after, though. It's the diseases they carry. These are the Contagion Collectors. Their aim is to destroy devil-gods by killing off those who would worship them - virtually everyone alive beneath the Dome. And it all started in the European year of 1284 with the Rat Catcher of Hamelin.

The success of Thrygragon, in 4376 Year of the Dome (YD), brought such hope to the seemingly immortal devil-gods worshipped throughout Sedon's Head, a continental landmass the size of Africa that lies concealed as much beneath the Cathonic Dome as within it. Devils, though, love the freedom to do as they please above all else. Instead of the anticipated dawning of Panharmonium, sibling rivalries, intertribal jealousies and the ever-unpredictable whimsies of the Devil above them all ensure that an endless era of take-no-prisoners empire-building ensues. It is now 4824 YD. For most of the previous century forces loyal to the death-gods of Lathakra, King Cold and his triplet sister, the Scarlet Empress, have sought to replace the Head's reigning sense of hopelessness with another Golden Age, that of their own. Equally godlike devils such as the Unity of Chaos support them. The Unities of Order and Balance don't - but they also do little or nothing to stop them. With the Thanatoids' armies running rampant over the Upper Head, Star Sedon abruptly ceases to shine. Defense of his traditional power base, Grand Elysium, of necessity defaults to his privileged but essentially ordinary and thus effectively impotent priesthood. If they succumb, the Lathakrans next target is certain to be the Utopian Weirdom of Cabalarkon, Sedon's Devic Eye-Land. The Death's Head Hellion, its Hate-Sedon, demonically-empowered Master of Weir, suffers no illusions to the contrary. Supported by earthborn multitudes from Hell on Earth, and with the remarkably still-functional, originally extraterrestrial weaponry at the command of her and her Trinondev Warriors Elite, she counterattacks mercilessly, utterly heedless of the consequences. In the almost 5,000 years since the Moloch Sedon preserved it from the Genesea, his Hidden Headworld has never experienced such approaching apocalyptic devastation.

The Gods and Goddesses, the Demons and Monsters, of ancient mythologies have been trivialized, their worship proscribed and the entities themselves confined to another realm. Their ongoing battles are chronicled throughout Jim McPherson's PHANTACEA Mythos. In "The War of the Apocalyptics," the first book in the LAUNCH 1980 story cycle, a number of these acknowledged devils break out of the Sedon Sphere, the dimensional barrier between the Inner and the Outer Earth. Among them are the Apocalyptics: War, Death, Disease and Destruction. Death is pregnant. The 17-year Secret War of Supranormals ended in December 1955. At the end of November 1980, 1955's Last of the Supranormals re-emerge whole, bodies with minds, from nearly a quarter century in Limbo. Since they do so on Damnation Isle, in the Aleutian Chain of islands, they consequently decide to call themselves the Damnation Brigade. They may be all that can stand against the Apocalyptics and their allies. Although evidently mortal and mostly human, they may also be the sons and daughters of the Gods and Goddesses, the Demons and Monsters, of ancient mythologies.