I will find you, he whispered in my ear. I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For...
I'll scream! Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs.
Does it ever stop? The wanting you?
Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her--and you. ... And like him, perhaps I send you back, knowing---as he knew of me--that he will protect you with his li...
It took a bit more argument, but at last she consented,
I regarded him gently over my own bowl of stew. He was very large, solid, and beautifully formed. And if he was a bit battered by circumstance, that merely added to his charm.You're a very hard person...
I canna fault your observations Sassenach.
Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.
Well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?
True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled - yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.
Jaime, you must be half-deadHe laughed tiredly, holding me close with one large warm hand on the small of my back.A lot more than half, Sassenach. I'm knackered, and my cock's the only thing too stupi...
If I die, he whispered in the dark, dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.
He has cat blood, I reflected sourly, no doubt that was how he managed to sneak up on me in the darkness.
Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting?
A man should pay tribute to your body, he said softly... For you are beautiful, and that is your right.
There's no place on earth with more of the old superstitions and magic mixed into its daily life than the Scottish Highlands.
I would not piss on him was he burning in the flames of hell, Grey said politely.One of Hal's brows flicked upward, but only momentarily.Just so, he said dryly. The question, though, is whether Fraser...
But even things that heal leave scars.
There aren't any answers, only choices
ONE DAY, COCK OF THE WALK—NEXT DAY, A FEATHER DUSTER