This is why you use imagery when writing about sex; it’s a means both of evoking immediacy and of distilling emotion.
There were some chains you wore because you wanted to.
Sassenach?
Sassenach, he said against my shoulder, a moment later.Mm?Who in God’s name is John Wayne?You are, I said. Go to sleep.
Pointless to spend too much time in planning, anyway, given the propensity of life to make sudden left-hand turns without warning.
Oh, aye, Sassenach, he answered a bit ruefully. I am your master … and you’re mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
Now, then. What does ‘fucking’ mean?
May I introduce my husband? I turned to wave at Jamie, who had been detained in animated conversation with the admiral, but who was now advancing toward us, accompanied by Mr. Willoughby. I turned bac...
I’ll thank ye, said a cool, level voice, to take your hands off my wife.
It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do-- but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest--well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Tho...
Is it true—that I won’t forget? He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. Aye, that’s true, he said softly. But it’s true, too, that it willna matter after a time.
If there’s true emotional content in a situation between characters, all you do is reveal it.
I want him. I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had said it since, three times; in two moments of choice at Craigh na Dun, and once again at Lallybroch. I...
I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them,
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 finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was ful...
Good morning, Sassenach,
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...
Bruce