Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry’s voice spoke in Grey’s memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser’s eyes.
People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists.
Or perhaps it is curiosity, he said, smiling a little more broadly. I have not seen a naked woman in some time,
Often the best tool is the most dangerous. One doesn't hesitate to use it on that account; one merely makes sure to take adequate precautions.
Of course I can. He stuck out a rolled tongue and wiggled it, demonstrating, then pulled it back. Everyone can do that, surely? Ian?Oh, aye, of course. Ian obligingly demonstrated. Anyone can.I can’t,...
Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed. That’s the first law of thermodynamics, I said, wiping my nose. No, he said. That’s faith.
Not wi’ child yet? she demanded. Raspberry leaves, that’s the thing. Steep a handful wi’ rosehips and drink it when the moon’s waxing, from the quarter to the full. Then when it wanes from the full to...
Not then, at least, because Claire had met her—would meet her? Earlier? Later? She hadn’t died, but was she dead? She must be now, mustn’t she, and yet—damn this twistiness! How could he even think ab...
No wonder men got impervious to superficial pain, I thought. It came from this habit of hammering each other incessantly.
No people at all, though, and that was giving him a queer feeling in his water. Aye, there was a war on, right enough, and many of the menfolk were gone, but the farmhouses hadn’t been sacrificed to t...
Never,he whispered to me, face only inches from mine. Never, I said, and turned my head, closing my eyes to escape the intensity of his gaze. A gentle, inexorable pressure turned me back to face him,...
My grandsire,' Jamie observed evenly, 'has by all reports got a character that would enable him to hide conveniently behind a spiral staircase.
More than most men, he valued his name-I only hoped that given time, it would once more have value.
Might he ever see Jamie Fraser again? There was a good chance he would not. If chance did not kill him, cowardice might. The mania of confession was on him; best make the most of it. His quill had dri...
Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back.
Lord, he’d said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I’d heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn’t what he’d meant at all...
Lord John’s response to the revelation of my identity was both puzzling and disturbing; you would think the man had seen a ghost. I squinted at my violet reflection, admiring the glitter of the black-...
Lord John William Grey, aged sixteen and filled to the brim with regimental notions of gallantry and noble purpose, bruised, shaken, and fighting the pain of his broken arm, had tried to bargain, to s...
Looking down on the assembly, standing patiently in the drizzle awaiting a verdict, I suddenly had a vivid understanding of something. Like so many, I had heard, appalled, the reports that trickled ou...
June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge