Not Duncan, but Da’s down there
Nothing is lost ... only changed.
Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.
Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food? I said, laughing. Don't want a lot, do you?
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...
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...
The truth is always of use, madonna, he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. It has the value of rarity, you know.
Slowly from the fire to her son, then snapped abruptly, focusing on the two little boys, who
Facing something down doesn´t mean you aren´t afraid of it, I said dryly. Usually quite the opposite.
The ram, a huge wooly creature named Hughie, with testicles that hung nearly to the ground like wool-covered footballs, shouldered his massive way into the front rank with a loud and autocratic Bahh!
Well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact, so far as professional advancement goes.
Intended to repel Evil, which are the constant Accompaniment to their Conversations with myself.
What I say to thee now is that I do love thee. And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home.
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...
Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child.
Grey was still in his shirtsleeves; the rain had cut through the cloth to his flesh.
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.
He kissed my forehead gently. Loving you has put me through hell more than once, Sassenach; I'll risk it again, if need be. Bah, I said. And you think loving you has been a bed of roses, do you? This...
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.
I was becoming slightly bored
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