He felt both elated and peaceful, almost valedictory: a strange state of mind to experience in the wake of a funeral. Part of it was Charlie, of course, and the knowledge that he had not failed his de...
He felt a moment’s passionate gratitude to her. He’d seen her look at the boy, and knew how she must feel. She’d known about the lad, of course, but seeing the flesh-and-blood proof that her husband h...
He cupped his heavy balls in one hand, the thumb moving up and down his exigent member in a slow and thoughtful manner. On your knees, a nighean, he said softly. Now.
He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. The, um, sperms ... he said, a little awkwardly. Yes? Can ye not take them out and give them decent b...
Grey shook his head and, wheezing gently, one hand to his bruised ribs, got awkwardly to his feet and hobbled to the wing chair. You could … have helped, he said to Fraser. Ye managed brawly on your o...
God kens well enough that boys need to be smacked, or he’d no fill them sae full o’ the de’il.
Go to bed, Tom, he managed to say. Don't wake me in the morning. I plan to be dead.
Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism.
Forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.
Fair enough, I whispered, and drained the cup, the shreds of tea leaf strong and bitter on my tongue.
Facing something down doesn´t mean you aren´t afraid of it, I said dryly. Usually quite the opposite.
Eros Rising
Don't cry, Sassenach, he said, so softly I could barely hear him.
Dinna be afraid. There’s the two of us now.
Dawn was coming up in streaks and slashes over the foggy moor.
Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another man's bed!
Daddy, Daddy … I’m here, he whispered into Jem’s hair, the tears running down his own face. I’m here, I’m here. Don’t be afraid. Jem took a shuddering breath,
Coming back, he saw the dark spots on the back of Jamie’s shirt, blotches where fresh blood had seeped through the bandages. The sight filled him with fury, as well as fear. He’d seen such things; the...
But then, I didn’t think I’d tell them you were here. What makes you think they don’t know? I asked, beginning to feel rather hollow, despite my earlier resolve to brazen it out. I cast a quick glance...
But he wouldna do it. John. He looked up then, and gave me a crooked smile. He loved me, he said. And if I couldna give him that in return—and he kent I couldn’t—then he’d not take counterfeit for tru...