Well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact, so far as professional advancement goes.
Thought that was perhaps how some ghosts were made; where a will and a purpose had survived, heedless of the frail flesh that fell by the wayside, unable to sustain life long enough.
The power and the danger of magic lie in the people who believe it.
The ancient savagery that men call motherhood, who mistake its tenderness for weakness.
Neighborhood—his name’s pronounced ‘Kirry,’ but it’s spelt ‘C-i-r-e.’
You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach, he said quietly. So long as you love me.
You alone, hold all my heart, whole in your hands. And you know that.
With no Law to regulate their Behavior save Self-interest, though, plainly there is Nothing to prevent an irregular Militia from becoming more of a Threat to the Citizenry than the Dangers from which...
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...
Who needed the relief of occasional bad language more than a mother of small children? Maybe
When you write it down… he said. Does that make it—whatever it is—real again? Or does the act of putting it into words make it unreal? You know, something…separate from yourself.
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...
What I say to thee now is that I do love thee. And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home.
We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.One large hand rose to stroke my hair.D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed? Yes, I think so. 'Blood of my bloo...
Una dama novelista me dijo una vez, que escribir novelas era arte de caníbales, pues uno mezcla con frecuencia pequeñas porciones de sus amigos y sus enemigos, los sazona con imaginación y permite que...
Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach, he said softly. I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.
Though I could wish your own limits went a bit further.
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...
There were some chains you wore because you wanted to.
Then let amourous kisses dwellOn our lips, begin and tellA Thousand and a Hundred scoreA Hundred and a Thousand more