They do say that God protects fools—but I think even the Almighty will lose patience now and then.
There’s always a prayer, a nighean, even if it’s only A Dhia, cuidich mi. Oh, God—help me.
There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bir...
There was a curious peace in this day, a sense of things working quietly in their proper courses, nothing minding the upsets and turmoils of human concerns. Perhaps it was the peace that one always fi...
There is never an end to such things, he said quietly. But we are alive. And that is good.
There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find thi...
There aren’t many people like that—who will tell you the truth about themselves and anything else right out. I’ve only met three people like that, I think—four now, she said, her smile widening to war...
The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.
The truth is always of use, madonna, he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. It has the value of rarity, you know.
The sins of the fathers, I murmured to myself. The sins of the fathers shall not be visited upon the children.
The simple act of writing Fraser’s name had given him a sense of connexion, and he realized that the desperate need for such connexion was what had driven him to write it.
The ram, a huge wooly creature named Hughie, with testicles that hung nearly to the ground like wool-covered footballs, shouldered his massive way into the front rank with a loud and autocratic Bahh!
The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
The mountains had their own time, and a wise man did not try to hurry them.
The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
The long lids of her eyes closed halfway, like a basking cat’s, but the smile remained on that wide, soft mouth—those lips that hurt, then healed. The light glowed in her skin, bronzed the tiny brown...
The lad’s offering to take the girl’s punishment for her, she said absently, peeking around a spectator in front of us.
The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy
The implication was reasonably clear; I condemned him, and his minions would be round promptly to cut off my nipples and burn Jared’s warehouse. I licked dry lips, cursing Louis. Why couldn’t he just...
The Crown doesna pick the wrong man to hang, Sassenach, he said. More often than not, the man on the end of a rope deserves to be there. And I shouldna like to think I've helped a villain to go free.