It took a bit more argument, but at last she consented,
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.
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!
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...
So now it's space and time, he said. You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS?All the time, she said dryly, on the BBC. And don't think I wouldn't sell my soul for a TARDIS.
He leaned close, rubbing his bearded cheek against my ear. 'And how about a sweet kiss, now, for the brave lads of the clan MacKenzie? Tulach Ard!'Erin go bragh,' I said rudely, and pushed with all my...
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 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.
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...
All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.
I only said I felt like God, Sassenach, he murmured. I never said I was.
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...
Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.
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.
Quite suddenly she understood the impulse that caused men to engage in casual blasphemy.
I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to min...
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...
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...
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