Do you know how rare such a thing is? he asked quietly. That peculiar sort of mutual passion? The one-sided kind was common enough.
Do ye want me? he whispered. Sassenach, will ye take me - and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?
Dared he ask about George? Not a direct inquiry, that wouldn’t do, but a reference to the family, asking whether his mother had happened to encounter Lady Everett lately, and might he ask to be rememb...
Could it be possible that he really did have enough imagination to be able to grasp the truth?
Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
Christ, he said in an undertone, bending down so I could hear him. And she’s been a woman less than a full day, too! Have ye been givin’ her lessons, Sassenach, or are women just born wi’ it? Natural...
Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster?
Calmar el dolor y el miedo a la muerte servía para atenuar los propios temores.
But the years between now and then had been hard ones—and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance.
But Grey had refused to abandon Rodrigo, and so had Azeel. She had brought him slowly, slowly back to humanity—and then had married him, to the extreme horror of everyone in King’s Town. He’s got back...
Boston is by all Accounts a perfect Hellhole of republican Sentiment,
As we reached the turning of the hall, Randall spoke behind us. Jamie, he said. The voice was hoarse with shock, and held a note halfway between disbelief and pleading. Jamie stopped then, and turned...
As though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.
Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion -- and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things...
And then later, at the funeral, members of the family, followed by the tenants and then the servants, had come one by one to add a stone each to the weight of remembrance.
And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?
And a long time, he said. I am a jealous man, but not a vengeful one. I would take you from him, my Sassenach—but I wouldna take him from you.
Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip’s grace Is her nominative case, And she’s o’ the feminine gender.
Always, always, I had had to balance compassion with wisdom, love with judgment, humanity with ruthlessness.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink, For fellows whom it hurts to think.