He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.
God, don't laugh! Jamie said, alarmed. I didna mean to make ye laugh! Christ, Jenny will kill me if ye cough up a lung and die out here!
The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost of my vanished house rise around me, a cold mountain wind thrumming past its walls...
Look back, hold a torch to light the recesses of the dark. Listen to the footsteps that echo behind, when you walk alone.All the time the ghosts flit past and through us, hiding in the future. We look...
I only said I felt like God, Sassenach, he murmured. I never said I was.
How did you keep this by you? Grey demanded abruptly. You were searched to the skin when you were brought back.The wide mouth curved slightly in the first genuine smile Grey had seen. I swallowed it,...
That dog is a wolf, is he not?''Aye, well, mostly.'A small flash of hazel told him not to quibble.'And yet he is thy boon companion, a creature of rare courage and affection, and altogether a worthy b...
Sassenach… I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead – or you – whether we are together or apart. You know it is true, he said quietly, and touched my face. I know it of you, and ye...
It was the first breath of the new moon, but the whole of it was visible, a perfect ball of violet and indigo cupped in a sickle of light, luminous among the stars.
He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. S...
Have you anything to say to me now, Madam? he demanded. Your wig is crooked, I said, and closed my eyes again.
Where are you going? I asked, as Frank swung his feet off the bed.I'd hate the dear old thing to be disappointed in us, he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and...
Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.
No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.
I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.
Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a par...
All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.
Jamie, I said, how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the ro...
I canna fault your observations Sassenach.
During his time with the French army, years before, one of the sergeants had explained to the younger mercenaries the trick of falling asleep the night before a battle. Make yourself comfortable, exam...