Arisaid. A night breeze brushed a strand of hair across my face.
A Man’s sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases,
Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul
You have lost your mind,Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose.
Ye can stick your comfort straight up your arse, MacKenzie, and your goddamned stiff prick, too!
Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head wit...
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
What is it, love? I whispered. Jamie, I do love you.I know it, he said quietly. I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye whi...
What I meant to ask is, is this…usual? What it is between us, when I touch you, when you…lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman? In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he me...
Wentworth
Well, and he supposed a duel with a drunken midget was as good a test as any.
To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct.
To hell with the Red Flower, I muttered. I seized one of the trout by the tail, ran forward, and belted the bear across the nose with it as hard as I could.
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.
This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery.
They’re only Scotch pearls, he said, apologetically, but they look bonny on you. His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. Those were your mother’s pearls! said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. Aye,...
There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark...
Then let amourous kisses dwellOn our lips, begin and tellA Thousand and a Hundred scoreA Hundred and a Thousand more
The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.