Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.
He wished to cover her with his body, possess her-for if he could do that, he could pretend to himself that she was safe. Covering her so...he might protect her. Or so he felt, even knowing how sensel...
He went on loving her, she whispered, as much to herself as to anyone else. He didn’t forget her. Of course he didna forget her. She opened her eyes to see Ian’s long face and kind brown eyes six inch...
He was pressing himself against the wall as though trying to get through it by osmosis.
He was not afraid to die with her, by fire or any other way - only to live without her.
He was leaning on his desk, chin in his hands, staring at me. There are shocks, I said precisely, smoothing back my damp curls and giving him an eyeball, and then there are shocks. If you know what I...
He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children. Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her...
He shuddered, and for lack of any other notion, kissed her forehead. Her arms came up sudden as a snare and held him fiercely, pulling him down onto her again and he seized her, too, crushing her to h...
He reached out and touched my lower lip, barely brushing the edge. It starts out the same, but then, after a moment, he said, speaking softly, suddenly it’s as though I’ve a living flame in my arms. H...
He might have met Fraser in battle and taken a real and savage pleasure in killing or maiming him. But the inescapable fact was that so long as Fraser was his prisoner, he could not in honor harm the...
He lounged in the corner like a crouching cat, watching me through eyes narrowed against the sun.
He had them now, everyone warmed by the glow of good humor, attention attracted by the small flashes of gilt and glitter. Now they would follow him without flagging or complaint, along the path of log...
He had learned early on the trick of living separately in a crowd, private in his mind when his body could not be. But he was born a mountain-dweller, and had learned early, too, the enchantment of so...
He had enough experience in the business of prayer to recognize an answer when it showed up, though, however unwelcome.
He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do - he had no knowledge of the language of condolence, no skill at social small talk; his metier was business and politics. And yet, when h...
He gave you to me, she said, so low I could hardly hear her. Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.
He felt a little queasy, and more than a little light-headed. More and more, he felt the disorientation, the fragmenting of himself between day and night. By day, he was a creature of the mind alone,...
He didn’t look a lot like his father, save when he wanted something badly. She pulled herself up a bit, shaking her head to clear the dizziness, and Roger looked up at her, distracted by her movement....
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.
Had it really happened, that memory? Or was it only his desire that now and then brought her so vividly to life, in snatched moments that left him desperate with longing but strangely comforted, as th...