INCIPIENT THUNDER
I lifted my futile hand and slammed it hard against the rail. I did it again, and again, scarcely feeling the sting of the blows, in a frenzy of furious rage and grief. Stop that! a voice spoke behind...
I do not understand men. That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn’t.
I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms,...
I am a sassenach, after all, I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. Aye, mo duinne. But you’re my sassenach.
He turned to greet me, his face fixed in an expression of formal politeness. He looked, blinked, and then broke into a smile of extraordinary warmth and pleasure. Mrs. Malcolm! he exclaimed, seizing m...
He turned his head to look full at me, his hair fire-struck with the setting sun, face dark in silhouette. Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach, he said softly. I hope ye willna have c...
He stood for a second, polite, remote. Then the mask dropped away. I liked you, too, he said quietly. Then.
He had been trying to suppress the feeling Stephan roused in him, but in the end, such things were never controllable—they rose up. Sometimes like the bursting of a mortar shell, sometimes like the in...
Hasta ese entonces siempre había creído que la tendencia a desmayarse de las mujeres del siglo dieciocho se debía a los corsés apretados, Pero no, se debía a la estupidez de los hombres de aquel siglo...
Good luck, Jamie, he said, voice a little husky. God go with you.
Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother's judgment, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicio...
Brianna was his blood, and his flesh as well. An unspoken promise kept to his own parents; his gift to Claire, and hers to him. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering about Frank Randall....
Said. And how is Oggy today?
Could murder a plateful of eggs.
And allowed
The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear som...
Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes.'What do...
Sometimes our best actions result in things that are most regrettable.
She was more like riding a sofa than a horse, with her broad back and sides curved like a hogshead of beer.