Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.
Who was she?
Uncomfortable, but safe,
Then she was crying in his arms, choking and gasping, tears running down her face as she clutched him. Why? she sobbed. Why did you have to follow me? Didn’t you realize? Now what are we going to do!...
The law's a necessary evil--we canna be doing without it--but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?
Take off your shirt, I said, sitting up and pulling at the hem of the garment.Why? he asked, but sat up and obliged. I knelt in front of him, admiring his naked body.Because I want to look at you, I s...
Stand up straight and try not to get fat.
She had dark hair, very wavy, bound back from her brow with a rose-colored ribbon but falling loose down her back, nearly to her waist. He had actually raised a hand to stroke it before catching hold...
Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.
Okay. This has to be a credible threat. Ergo, we have to have seen (and heard about) the real damage Randall has done to Jamie thus far; we have to be in no doubt whatever that he’d do real damage to...
No, he said defiantly. Go ahead and kill me.
My own eyes went to Jamie, who had come to join Fergus and Ian by the sideboard. Still here, thank God. Tall and graceful, the soft light making shadows in the folds of his shirt as he moved, a fugiti...
Money might not buy happiness, I reflected, but it was a useful commodity, nonetheless.
Men are made in God's image, or so I am told. Likewise that we differ from the animals in having reason. Reason, therefore, must plainly be a characteristic of the Almighty, quod erat demonstrandum. I...
It’s only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.
It gave him the same odd sense of dislocation, though; that sense of losing some valuable part of himself that could not survive the passage back to daily life. Each time, the passage became more diff...
I'll tell ye, Sassenach; if ever I feel the need to change my manner of employment, I dinna think I'll take up attacking women - it's a bloody hard way to make a living.
I wish I could have fought him for you, he said abruptly, looking back at me. His blue eyes were dark and earnest.I smiled at him, touched.It wasn't your fight, it was mine. But you won it anyway. I r...
I thought perhaps I’d start on this project with a trip down to Broch Tuarach. It’s in the same direction as the stone circle, so maybe
I suppose so. An oath was an oath, though I rather wondered if Hippocrates ever ran into this sort of situation himself. Possibly he did; the ancient Greeks were a violent lot, too. The