Quite without thought, he glanced at his left hand, and saw the ghost of the scar at the base of his thumb, the C so faded that it was scarcely visible. He had not noticed it or thought of it in years...
God kens well enough that boys need to be smacked, or he’d no fill them sae full o’ the de’il.
Good morning, Sassenach,
Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact,
What is it, love? I whispered. Jamie, I do love you.I know it, he said quietly. 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 whi...
Who needed the relief of occasional bad language more than a mother of small children? Maybe
It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a sh...
Indeed, Jamie said politely. I believe that was the Crown’s notion in executing my grandsire on Tower Hill after the Rising. Verra effective, too; all my relations have been quite well behaved since.
I was becoming slightly bored
What a mystery blood was—how did a tiny gesture, a tone of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, an...
Intended to repel Evil, which are the constant Accompaniment to their Conversations with myself.
Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child.
There aren’t many people like that—who will tell you the truth about themselves and anything else right out. I’ve only met three people like that, I think—four now, she said, her smile widening to war...
The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.
To create, to hoard, to send these things, these fragile documents, down through the years, with only the hope that they would survive and reach those for whom they were intended.
You’re real, he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face.
They had had no opportunity to speak, though—and he could not seem to invent a pretext, let alone think what he might say if he found one. He felt amazingly self-conscious, like a boy unable to say an...
I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday; not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away. I said, Lord, if I've ever had courage in my life be...
He came through the front door just as I barreled into the hallway, and grabbed me round the waist, kissing me with sun-dusty enthusiasm and sandpaper whiskers.
Nothing is lost ... only changed.
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