Silly woman, he said in Gaelic. You have not the brain of a fly! I caught the words for foolish, and clumsy, in the subsequent remarks, but quickly stopped listening. I closed my eyes and lost myself...
Shell shock, they said in the First World War. Battle fatigue, in the Second. It’s what happens when you live through things you shouldn’t have been able to live through and can’t reconcile that knowl...
She saw it, and an extraordinary change came over her. She seemed scarcely to move, and yet all at once, her whole person was focused on Myers. No white showed around her eyes; they were black and fat...
She pulled my hair, he said reflectively. Took a clump of it out by the roots. I’ll tell ye, Sassenach; if ever I feel the need to change my manner of employment, I dinna think I’ll take up attacking...
She must go with me, John, he said. There is no choice about it; she must. Grey’s glance flickered to me, then away, but not before I had seen the look of jealousy in his eyes. I felt sorry for him, b...
She had decided simply to tell the truth, as far as who she was, and what she was doing there. Her mother had said how much she looked like her father; she would have to count on that resemblance to c...
She came naked behind him as the soft melancholy yearning of the song filled the dark. Her hand stroked his hair, gathered it tight at the nape of his neck. She swayed, and he felt her press against h...
Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people. There's a clan stone out there with the name of MacKenzie carved on it, and a good many of my relatives under it. I don't feel q...
Sassenach, he said against my shoulder, a moment later. Mm? Who in God’s name is John Wayne? You are, I said. Go to sleep. I really needed that laugh to break the tears.
Right. You’re not. But I would appreciate it very much if you did. And why did you show me the picture if you didn’t mean me to know? I added. Since I know that much, I’ll certainly find out the rest...
Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.
Real danger had its own taste, vivid as lemon juice, by contrast with the weak lemonade of imagination.
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 often say that women forget what childbirth is like, because if they remembered, no one would ever do it more than once. Personally, I had no trouble at all remembering. The sense of massive in...
People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet. ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists.Young girls run away from home. Young children stray from their paren...
People are gregarious by necessity.
Or perhaps it is curiosity, he said, smiling a little more broadly. I have not seen a naked woman in some time,
Once I told him I thought beating your son was a most uncivilized method of getting your own way. He said I’d about as much sense as the post I was standing next to, if as much. He said respect for yo...
Oh. It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. He pronounced it formally, each name slow and distinct. Completely flustered, I said Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, and stuck out my hand idioti...
Oh, Lord! This must be what it's like to make love in Hell, he whispered. With a burning she-devil.