The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.
Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food? I said, laughing. Don't want a lot, do you?
I am a Highlander, Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. And I am the...
You, um, don’t … talk in bed? I said, striving for delicacy. His mouth twitched, and he looked away. No. We lay in silence for a few moments, examining the ceiling. Have you ever? I blurted. Have I wh...
For your sake, I will continue—though for mine alone … I would not.
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...
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.
Stones of protection; amethyst, emerald, turquoise, lapis lazuli, and a male ruby.
Grey was still in his shirtsleeves; the rain had cut through the cloth to his flesh.
Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.
I was becoming slightly bored
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.
I sat down quietly in a corner with my glass of port, and kept quiet while Simon questioned Jamie once again about Charles Stuart’s situation and prospects.
He grinned wryly at his nephew. Ye’ll amount to something for your mother’s sake—if it kills us both.
I suppose I am asking whether you believe in fate, Lord John went on. The ghost of a smile wavered on his face. You, of all people, would seem best suited to say.
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...
The maxillary muscles run from the sagittal crest at the top of the skull to an insertion on the mandible, I thought, dimly recalling the description from Grey’s Anatomy.
I kissed his cheek, damp and salty. I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air.
The truth is always of use, madonna, he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. It has the value of rarity, you know.
Why? I shrieked, hitting him again and again, and again, the sound of the blows thudding against his chest. Why, why why!.Because I was afraid! He got hold of my wrists and threw me backward so I fell...
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