One man, a Fraser of Lovat's regiment, escaped. He meant to die on Culloden Field, Roger whispered, But he didn't.
My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since the first time I saw ye, and you've held my sou...
My Da says you’re never drunk, so long as ye can hold on to the floor.
Mm. You’d forgotten how to say anything except ‘I love you,’ but you said that a lot.
Mama says the Beardsleys follow her around like dogs, but they don’t. They follow her like tame wolves.I thought Ian said it wasn’t possible to tame wolves.It isn’t.
Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact, so far as professional advancement goes.
Jamie’s own face was lined with shadow, the firelight showing the mark of time and struggle on his flesh as wind and rain mark stone.
It wasn't the risk, I said, flicking my toes at a big black-and-white splotched carp. Or not entirely. It was—well, it was partly fear, but mostly it was that I—I couldn't leave Jamie. I shrugged help...
In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it was a question of Olivia marrying a man with syphilis and half the...
If I'd known I should meet a damn bear, Jamie said, grunting as he lifted another stone into place, I would have taken another path.
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I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you're here wi' me, Claire, he said softly. If it was a sin for you to choose me...then I would go to the d...
I think there are times for men of peace—and a time for men of blood, as well.
I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them,
I know what it felt … like when I … thought you were dead, and— A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. And I wouldn’t do that to you.
I am a warrior, that my son may be a merchant—and his son may be a poet.
He thought of that now and wondered briefly just what Jamie Fraser would do, if made the recipient of some particularly florid sentiment of a personal nature, with Grey safely out of neck-breaking ran...
He gave me a look, strongly suggesting that if one of us was indeed odd, he didn’t think it was himself. Gentlemanly instincts suppressed any remark he might have made to this effect, though. Will you...
Good morning, Sassenach,
Good luck, Jamie, he said, voice a little husky. God go with you.