It … wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It … ehm … well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she’s … pleased. In bed, you mean. It wasn’t a question. So do men. Sometimes. You idiot!...
Indeed, Jamie said politely. I believe that was the Crown’s notion in executing my grandsire on Tower Hill after the Rising. Verra effective, too; all my relations have been quite well behaved since.
If you could do such a thing as that-and I don't mean lying with a woman, I mean doing it and lying to me about it-then everything I've done and everything I've been-my whole life-has been a lie. And...
Ian—is that by chance Ian Murray? Grey asked, but then answered himself. I suppose it must be; how many Mohawks can there be named Ian?
I'm none so brave as I was before, ken? he said very softly. Not brave enough to live without ye anymore.
I suppose you must feel some bitterness against the historians, Roger ventured. All the writers who got it wrong--made him out to be a hero. I mean, you can't go anywhere in the Highlands without seei...
I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday; not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away. I said, Lord, if I've ever had courage in my life be...
I married a lady and she became a whore. I cannot complain if it should be the other way about this time.You think I’m a whore, do you? She wasn’t sure whether to be amused or insulted. Perhaps both.D...
I kissed his cheek, damp and salty. I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air.
I hadn't spent so much time in bemused contemplation of a penis since I was sixteen or so, and here I was, preoccupied with three of the things.
I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank...
I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach he whispered in my air. But would ye like a bit of help we that?
I believe you, I said, my eyes fixed on the skein. If only because it seems rather a lot of trouble to go to. What was your motive, though?
I am a coward, damn you! I couldna tell ye, for fear ye would leave me, and unmanly thing that I am, I thought I couldna bear that!
His own eyes were soft and dreamy, cloudy as a trout pool in the rain.
Help us, O Lord, to remember how often men do wrong through want of thought, rather than from lack of love; and how cunning are the snares that trip our feet.
He was pressing himself against the wall as though trying to get through it by osmosis.
He said, ‘If you’re sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,’ he said, ‘and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or yo...
He looked like Bree, didn’t he? He was like her? Yes. He breathed heavily, almost a snort. I could see it in your face—when you’d look at her, I could see you thinking of him. Damn you, Claire Beaucha...
He had been attacked once, in camp somewhere in Scotland, in the days after Culloden. Someone had come upon him in the dark, and taken him from behind with an arm across his throat. He had thought he...