I lifted the pistol a little,
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 knew from the first glimpse that he was dead. But I ran to him. There was no way in which to describe his feelings, because he hadn’t had any. The world had simply ceased in that moment, and with it...
I hold no evil in my heart...This evil does not touch me. More may come, but not this. Not here. Not now.
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,...
Her entrance was greeted by a general outcry of cordiality that made her mildly ashamed of her cynicism.
He said the greatest thing in a man’s life is to lie wi’ a woman he loves,
For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, he said, so softly I could barely hear him, here in the dark, with you… I have no name.
For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food, falling...
Does it ever stop? The wanting you?
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....
Thought of blowing your brains out?William blinked, startled.No.That's good. Anything else is bound to be an improvement, isn't it?
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.
Sassenach?
Pointing out the emotion in a scene is like laughing at your own jokes.
Murtagh was one of those men who always looked a bit startled to find that women had voices, but he nodded politely enough.
Marrying. Oh, God. Buoyed temporarily by port wine and cream lace, I had momentarily managed to ignore the significance of the occasion.
I’ll thank ye, said a cool, level voice, to take your hands off my wife.