Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another man's bed!
Christ, he said in an undertone, bending down so I could hear him. And she’s been a woman less than a full day, too! Have ye been givin’ her lessons, Sassenach, or are women just born wi’ it? Natural...
But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing. In that moment when ti...
Aye, I ken fine how strong women are, he said quietly. And you’re strong enough for what must be done, m’ annsachd—believe me.
As though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.
Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion -- and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things...
A standing cock is quite blind, my dear, he said at last, eyes still shut. Surely you know that, physician that you are.
You understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is—immeasurably vast, and alw...
You just said that you suspect my husband of wanting to
Whistle
Wee surprise for ye. Fergus! Fergus, likewise beaming, came from behind a wagon, ushering a slight man with windblown,
Turned me away from him and fitted himself to my back so we lay nested together.
Thought. Lumpish. And the word came to me: feckless.
The fragrant bunches of nettle and dried lavender overhead, dusty gold
The chill. Grant’s nose was
Suppose—maybe medicines? They’re covered,
Still fine
Sorrow and despair. All too many
Smelt
Slowly from the fire to her son, then snapped abruptly, focusing on the two little boys, who