Jamie Fraser looked across the field to where Twelvetrees stood with his two companions, then looked soberly down at Grey. He must not live. Ye may trust me to see to that. If he kills me, you mean, G...
I’ve said often enough, and the good Lord kens weel enough that boys were meant to be smacked, or he’d not ha’ filled ’em sae full o’ the de’il.
I’m afraid my wife picked up a number of, er, colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile. True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin abou...
It’s only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.
It’s lucky ye’re wed to a decrepit auld man, Sassenach, or ye’d be on your knees with your arse in the air this minute.
It's my fault, I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen... I felt a t...
It's always better if they see. Then they don't imagine things. So I didn't imagine, I remembered.
It was Jamie’s fear that he would lose her—that she would go, swing out into a dark and solitary space without him, unless he could somehow bind her to him, keep her with him. But, Christ, what a risk...
Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.
In body or soul, somewhere he struck a spark, and an answering fury of passion and need sprang from the ashes of surrender.
If it was killing-and it was- then I thought it not murder, but a justifiable homicide, undertaken in desperate self defense.
If he kept the man himself at a distance, perhaps he could also keep at bay the memories he stirred. And the feelings.
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, ah, I wasn’t expecting— I said idiotically. Brianna gave me a grin to match her father’s, eyes bright as stars and damp with happiness. Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! What? said Jamie blan...
I wasn't used to living crowded cheek by jowl with numbers of other people, as was customary here. People ate, slept, and frequently copulated, crammed into tiny, stifling cottages, lit and warmed by...
I told them I’d had a nightmare – well, I had, in a way – but it caused the hell of a stramash, what wi’ the bairns shriekin’, and Ian choking in the corner, and Mrs. Murray sittin’ bolt upright in be...
I thought he’d have an apoplexy on the spot, Grey said, lips twitching. Likely wishes he had. Grey looked at Tom, Tom at Grey, and they burst into suffocated snorts of laughter at the memory of the Ho...
I suppose I am asking whether you believe in fate, Lord John went on. The ghost of a smile wavered on his face. You, of all people, would seem best suited to say.
I might have sound reasons for disliking John Grey—always difficult to feel a warm sense of goodwill toward a man with a professed homosexual passion for one’s husband, after all—but I had to admit th...
I may be out of bed, but I’m in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I’ve had a cup of tea.