Grey’s hair was like his mother’s—fair, thick and slightly wavy, prone to disorder unless tightly constrained, which it always would be, if Tom Byrd was given his way.
Grey! he said, his tired face brightening. Wherever did you spring from?Zeus’s forehead, no doubt, Grey said.
Grey was modest about his own endowments, but also honest enough to admit that he possessed some and that his person was reasonably attractive to women.
Grey took three steps back and watched as two little boys rushed out of the crowd, their faces bloated with fright, and ran off up the street.
Grey moved a knight and sat back, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling to himself at the effect of his move. He was a good-looking man; slight and fine-boned, but with a strong, clear-cut face and a...
Grey had noticed this female paradox before: women who swooned at the notion of powerful men who would protect them at the same time liked nothing better than an open admission of helplessness on the...
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.
Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton’s had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who...
Forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.
For your sake, I will continue—though for mine alone … I would not.
For while it was the memory of his past rage and humiliation that had kept him awake to begin with, it was the other side of the present situation that had left him still wakeful at dawn. The slowly d...
For if you feel for me as i do for you - then I am asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.
For a friend, John, he said. And if I’ll take your friendship—and your damned boat!—then you’ll take mine, and keep quiet. Aye?
Fighting was an exhausting business, and so was fear.
Eğer ölürsem, diye fısıldadı karanlıkta. Beni takip etme. Sen çocuklara lazımsın. Onlar için kal. Ben beklerim. -Jamie.
Drunk wi’ power, he remarked disapprovingly to the ceiling. Verra unwomanly attitude, that.
Double, double toil and trouble, he chanted under his breath. Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, in the caldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue o...
Don't move, Sassenach, Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still. I obligingly froze, until he touched me on the shoulder. That's all right, Sassenach, he said, w...
Does it ever stop? The wanting you? Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.