Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people.
Queen's knight, he said quietly. To queen two. It was, he knew, a dangerous opening.
Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.
One of my mother’s friends was an artist. He showed me a few things – though warning me that to become an artist was the only certain way to starve.
Once a man has lived under arms, I suspect he is marked for life.In fact I have heard it remarked that old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since the first time I saw ye, and you've held my sou...
My Da says you’re never drunk, so long as ye can hold on to the floor.
Jamie’s own face was lined with shadow, the firelight showing the mark of time and struggle on his flesh as wind and rain mark stone.
It was a hot summer—there wasn’t any other kind in Boston
If I'd known I should meet a damn bear, Jamie said, grunting as he lifted another stone into place, I would have taken another path.
I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of hit may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire, he said softly. If it was a sin for you to choose me... then I would go to th...
I was dead, my Sassenach – and yet all that time, I loved you.
I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye?
I know what it felt … like when I … thought you were dead, and— A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. And I wouldn’t do that to you.
I gave you justice, it said, as I was taught it. And I gave you mercy , too, so far as I could. While I could not spare you pain and humiliation, I make you a gift of my own pains and humiliations, th...
I felt adrift, anchorless in a running sea. This is now my home.
I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you.
I can stand a lot! But just because I can, does that mean I must? Do I have to bear everyone’s weakness? Can I not have my own?
I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
Her name was Geneva Dunsany, Grey said. My wife’s sister.