I have noticed, she said slowly, that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is
I have noticed, she said slowly, that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is—in the blink of an eye, the mother can see...
I have loved ye since I saw you, Sassenach, he said very quietly, holding my eyes with his own, bloodshot and lined with tiredness but very blue. I will love ye forever. It doesna matter if ye sleep w...
I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands, he said softly. And you know that.
I had 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 mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of uncons...
I had noticed before that like some Protestants, Tom Christie regarded the Bible as being a document addressed specifically to himself and confided to his personal care for prudent distribution to the...
I had no need to ask or to wonder whether he would keep his word. He had freed me once from Wentworth, because he had given his word to do so. His word, once given, was his bond. Jack Randall was a ge...
I found the rooted silence, rushing stream, and rustling leaves balm to the spirit.
I felt sick when I thought of the end—but I really wanted to remember how. How it felt, and how I did it, so maybe I can do it again, with Roger.
I felt at once horribly vulnerable and yet completely safe.
I drew a deep breath and sighed, shaking my head. I do not understand men. That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn’t.
I didn’t want to … to have to ask him to defend me. He stared at her, his face blank with incomprehension. He shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes away from her. What in God’s name d’ye think a...
I did sometimes wonder what he saw in you, he said, his tone deliberately light. Jamie. Oh, you did? How flattering. I sniffed, and blew my nose. When he began to speak of you, both of us thought you...
I couldn’t think how long it had been since I had read a novel. And in the daytime! Feeling pleasantly wicked, I sat by the open window in my surgery and resolutely entered a world far from my own.
I could feel the heat glowing from him, with that sudden rise of temperature which presages falling asleep in very young children.
I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving,
I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.
I am a Highlander, Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. And I am the...
His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away.